Spatial restriction

"But what? hurry up and say it!"

Li Tian stomped on Fatty's foot in a hurry. What time was it? this person was still trying to keep him in suspense. Did he want to die?

"Hiss! Why the F * ck are you stepping on me!"

"However, we need a ship's magical weapon to deal with the female ghost," the chubby man said as he pushed Li Tian away. "I'm afraid that you'll be impatient, so I'm hesitating whether to tell you or not. Do you think that I, Lord fatty, will be afraid of death?"

Li Tian touched his nose and continued to put his arm around Fatty's shoulder.

"The hair clip on the ship? We were all sucked up here, so how would we know what magic tools are on the ship?"

Fatty seemed to have realized that he had been brought up here for no reason, and his expression became a little twisted.