"But you'd better turn down the sound a little, the Celestial Masters of the four major families are not dead yet..." Ling Xiaotu blinked slightly.
"I'm not having a party - then we have decided not to tell Xuanyuan Xuantian about this - wait, this is an alarm signal!" Jiang Wei shouted, looking behind him worriedly,
"A thin spot in space turns into a crack. Every time a thin spot in space turns into a crack, it makes such a loud noise - can you help me!"
Ling Xiaotu remembered the first time she came to Jiang Wei's store and saw the countless huge warehouses built in another space. At that time, a rare monster seeped in through the cracks. She was still thinking, she
But I don’t want to know where Jiang Wei built this warehouse.[
"I made an alarm mechanism," Jiang Wei explained to her. "If the space crack is serious, it will,,,,, uh, notify me like this, very cool, right? This song is called "The End of the World", actually.
It's a bit like the end of the world. The song by Small Crack is called "Uneasy", which is very uplifting. What's your expression like that? I just want to make it entertaining..."
"I'm not interested in your music taste, but you really need to turn down the sound, otherwise a neighbor will knock on the door later," Ling Xiaotu said.
"The audio store next door is louder and always plays tasteless music!" Jiang Wei snorted. It seems that music is one of the pain points of this creature who has lived on earth for too long.
"You have to help me rescue the goods in the warehouse! You can't leave a little boy alone in a dangerous place like a space rift, you will have a bad conscience!"
"You're at least ten thousand years old!" Ling Xiaotu said.
"Then you can't leave an old man who is tens of thousands of years old there. The space crack is more terrifying than the crater. If you don't save him, you will have nightmares at night!"
Jiang Wei threatened, and the warning below was rushed. He showed a pained expression as if he saw the banknotes being burned. He rushed over and grabbed Ling Xiaotu's arm and pulled her to his warehouse. His ghost image had already rushed in first.
The volcano was blocked in the past.
If it were normal, Ling Xiaotu would probably throw away the opponent's hand, but the touch on her wrist was too soft. She was just a teenage boy, so she couldn't help it...