When he came back, Yang Bo's hands were carrying a lunchbox. He gently placed a box of fried rice in front of the old beggar and didn't speak.,As soon as Yang Bo touched the glass beads, he felt a cool sensation in his eyes. Then, every cell in his body felt as refreshing as if it were immersed in ice water.,He didn't know how long he had been there. When Yang Bo finally came to his senses, he rushed back, holding the lunch box in his hand.。