Xiao Yuhuan smeared blood on the Peace Pendant around her neck, but the scene from her dream did not appear.
Xiao Jianhua also watched intently, but there was no change.
Then, feeling something in his heart, he took the slut Xiao Yuhuan's needle, wiped it casually on his clothes, and then pricked his own finger, letting the blood drip onto the Peace Pendant on his neck.
He could feel that a one-square-meter space had appeared in his mind, completely empty.
This was different from what the slut Xiao Yuhuan's sister had described, with a space that contained a Spiritual Spring.
"Brother, did you notice a space?"
"No, no change," scumbag Xiao Jianhua lied; this one cubic space could still hold valuable items, though it was one meter cubed, it had a height of three meters.
A lot of things could be stored, and if a shelf was built, even more things could be kept.
With this mysterious space, there would be no fear of thieves when storing valuables in the future.
