"It's over."
"Did we win?"
"Brother, we won!"
"That's good." The Projector's voice was somewhat weak, carrying fatigue, but also the pride of a victor.
Last night, the Projector had seen the corpse of the Big Toad and had also seen the Peddler easily defeat He Caiyuan.
But as long as Li Banfeng didn't give the order, the Projector wouldn't slack off; it remained steadfastly perched in the tree, meticulously carrying out its cover mission.
Li Banfeng, holding the Projector, nervously opened the Portable Residence, finding the room inside exceedingly neat.
He tentatively asked, "My dear, have you eaten everything?"
"Uh..." The Lady glanced at the light behind the lens and sang slowly, "Brother Projector, why have you only just returned? It's quite cold outside, isn't it?"
The Projector replied, "Thank you for your concern, Lady. Did I return too late?"
