本庄铃你说的这个人是不是你自己

After saying this, Ning Cheng raised his fingers. The wooden nail that cut through all space slowed down in front of Ning Cheng. Before Ning Cheng could raise his hand to grab the wooden peg, Qin Mutian's black and white thin cymbals transformed into a black and white space and rolled up the wooden peg and disappeared without a trace....