"eh? it seems like someone is really calling me?"
can lingzi turned over again, looking drowsy as he dazedly looked in the direction of the sound.
this time, he seemed to have felt something. the shock in his eyes faded, and a lively spirit leaped up.
" this immortal spirit ... has seen a ghost??? "
upon closer inspection, the eight-winged sun god's angel, who looked down at him with a judgmental gaze, an indifferent attitude, and the human face imprinted on the can's body, was so frightened that it protruded thirty centimeters.
" he " jumped back three times in a row, creating a small distance, and stabilized his body at the fastest speed. then, " he " looked again for a second time. after confirming that everything was real and not an illusion or a dream, " he " opened his mouth slanted and his three eyes squeezed into a cross-eye.
"an angel? an eight-winged angel?"
