Treasure Eye

"Little brother, just take it!" The old beggar held a plate of fried rice in one hand and a glass bead in the other, handing it to Yang Bo. "I found this by chance, and no one wants it anyway. It's better to give it to you, this kind young man!",The old beggar held the glass bead in his hand. He'd been holding onto it all along!,Yang Bo couldn't figure out the reason, and he didn't want to think about it anymore. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating fried rice!。