Listening to this person's unusually absolute tone, Fu Qian suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

"What's the reason? It just can't be opened!"

Medea looked at him doubtfully.

"Isn't the prompt very clear?"

…

hiss!

As soon as Medea said this, she took a deep breath again before paying.

This incinerator is worse than I thought before!

It's not just me.

It seems that everyone can see the prompt and seems to regard it as a normal thing.

What kind of world is this? It really makes people think a lot.

"Is the hint necessarily correct?"

Ask again calmly before paying.

"Are you kidding? How could the prompt be wrong?"
Chapter completed!