"I feel like there's something interesting about that guy too." A sharp, playful voice came from the cloth bag.
"Little Black, does he have it too?" Skylar hurriedly asked.
The voice in the cloth bag replied:
"Take my advice and forget about him; he has nothing to do with you."
Skylar's face stiffened:
"You mean I can't mess with him?"
Little Black let out a sneaky laugh, as if he'd succeeded in a prank:
"Hehehe, don't worry, you don't have to be afraid; you have me, right? Nothing unexpected will happen to you before your wish is fulfilled, and he doesn't even have you on his mind.
"Gods don't care about the opinions of ordinary people."
Skylar looked around with an indifferent expression and took out an exquisite black leather notebook from the cloth bag.
He slightly opened the notebook, revealing a matchstick man leisurely sitting in a chair drawn with similar ink on the pages.
The matchstick man boasted with his legs crossed:
