chapter 113 Scrap the ground three feet

While Abraham Griffith was filming, his spiritual thoughts had already spread like a flood.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he found it.

Abraham Griffith put away his cell phone and rushed towards the front yard. This magic circle could not stop Long Ao for long, he had to hurry up.

When he came to the front yard, Abraham Griffith at the artificial fountain made of bluestone, then stepped forward and clasped the two dragon-shaped stone sculptures with both hands. He...