"Midnight Dad, is it really a space alien species?"
On the white floor, Hydra sat cross-legged, using a wrench to twist the screws on the safety door surface, and said in a low voice, "I always feel something isn't right."
After drawing lots, the survivors were grouped for a new round: Pifu, Hydra, Su Nisheng;
Laughing God, dir;
Zhongli Mieing, Out of Control, Edith;
In principle, during the voting exile of Midnight Dad, the key roles played by Zhongli Mieing and Edith should not be in the same group.
Otherwise, if both of them are space alien species, those grouped with them would be like persistent small black dots under the desk—dead for sure (booger).
"What do you mean?"
Li Cheng was also turning the wrench, for some reason, the action of screwing always gave him a strange feeling of familiarity.
"Just imagine, if Midnight Dad really is a space alien species, why would he willingly face death?"
