That blue fatty had so many magical props!
Doraemon? I wish I had such a magical friend!
A gentle breeze blew past the small trees in the courtyard outside the window. The afternoon atmosphere was peaceful and peaceful.
The little five-year-old was completely absorbed by the cartoon.
......
Ji Ruo was stunned.
"Is this how I became a transmigrator?!"
"Although the process is different, the result is the same." Old Ji shrugged. After Little Ji split up in the space-time tunnel for some special reason, half of him returned to a thousand years ago and became a member of an orphanage. Then, he slowly grew up, while the other half returned to his original space-time.
When he was about eighteen years old, for some reason, the little trick of the two space-times 'awakened' and became Ji Ruo. You'll know everything after that."
Ji Ruo's mouth twitched, and then he sighed,"
