"Tank?" To confirm, Yu Liang repeated the word.
Putting the Fairy Lady profession and a tank together seemed a bit far-fetched no matter how you looked at it.
At this moment, a strangely bizarre image appeared in Yu Liang's mind. A little Fairy Lady clad in army-green Daoist robes was driving a semi-modern tank at high speed. She wore Li Huazhao's signature smirk and shouted, "Fire!" as she used charm-paper shells to shoot down the Daoist Princes and Fairy Ladies flying with swords from the sky.
Old folks, times have changed, give me all your gold coins!
Although it sounded absurd, if it were a character from his universe, it wouldn't be that outrageous.
"Yes, a tank." An Buchen nodded, seemingly having planned for future development, "The tank has a closed space, which can serve as a Daoist Mansion."
"So this type of tank can perform the function of a Daoist Mansion?" Yu Liang instantly thought of the Daoist Mansion that Fairy Lady had before.
