"Wuuu..."
"Let me go..."
"You wicked man, even the Kunyu ancestor didn't dare to treat me like this back then..."
A child's sobbing voice unexpectedly came from within the spiritual treasure.
There was even a tone of frustration and anger.
This was the artifact spirit of the spiritual treasure.
But Lu Changsheng was too lazy to pay attention.
He directly slapped the spiritual treasure hard.
"Slap."
The spiritual treasure was slapped away, trembling as it was about to fall, but was caught by Lu Changsheng.
"Behave."
The artifact spirit manifested its form, its big eyes full of grievance.
As if it were about to cry.
But it dared not make a sound.
The "villain" in front of it was really too wicked, even daring to slap it.
It even hurt a lot.
If there were a few more slaps, its body might shatter.
Thus, no matter how angry or aggrieved it was, the artifact spirit dared not say anything further.
It obediently listened to Lu Changsheng.
