The little sausage chuckled.
I caught it myself.
I really don't understand; a little bragging should suffice for someone with great talents like me.
How can anyone be proud of this kind of level?
What were they thinking?
OK, let's take a photo and record his appearance.
Chen Yuan took out his cell phone, but the trouble was, it wouldn't work.
No matter how much he pressed, there was no response.
Well, this must be one of the rules in the time rift.
After all, the mobile phone can keep time, its use would increase memory, change memories, and even with a little discipline, it could still protect the thousands of laws of this world.
So, what should I do?
Forget it, I'll handle it.
I'll assume responsibility.
I'll pass judgment.
I'll catch the little sausage.
He stepped back twice, returned to his original position, and picked up the umbrella from the ground.
Then, time continued.
Tang Siwen paused, then blinked her eyes.
She felt a bit out of place.