She took out a white whistle from her arms and stuffed it into Feng Jiuli's hand.

I don't know what the texture of the whistle is, but it is very delicate, and if you look closely, you can see the fine patterns.

"What is this?"

Feng Jiuli played with the whistle, just about to put it in...

"The Waste Material Ruffian is a Little Fierce" 1030. I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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