No matter if it's due to the "Lucky Clown Card," Liu Zheng praised it.
"What old buddy? It was stolen by Niu Ma less than four months ago. I've had it for over a decade."
The Clown Box finally couldn't resist complaining.
"Feelings aren't about duration but depth. As a philosopher once said, 'I've married you for two years, but it's not as enjoyable as two nights with my senior brother.'"
He defended himself.
"That's not a philosopher, that's a scoundrel, right?"
The Clown Box said speechlessly.
"Close enough, close enough."
He mumbled a couple of words and pressed the start button.
The sixth capsule disappeared and then reappeared, now white.
"Damn!"
Liu Zheng instinctively cursed.
"It's not your fault, you did your best."
After cursing, he quickly comforted the "Lucky Clown Card."
"Can you stop interacting with my card like that? It's creepy."
The Clown Box said with a disgusted look on its face.
"It's the last time, let's part in peace."
