After a series of clicks, the television screen lit up.
However, there were no human silhouettes inside, just the endlessly flickering snowflake points.
"What's playing on this?" Tang asked as he leaned forward to inquire.
He only felt that the mysteries within those flickering points were endless, although watching for too long made his eyes sore.
Miemie pondered for a moment upon hearing this, then mimicked the old man's demeanor, speaking with an air of maturity, "These are snowflake points, but not ordinary ones."
"These are the afterglow left in the world from the birth of all heavens."
"Wow!" Fuji, the tubby egg, exclaimed with vague admiration.
Miemie saw the crowd dumbfounded by his words and spread his hands with satisfaction, "Impressive, huh? But don't ask me what it means because even I don't know."
After speaking, Miemie leaned against the television, crossed his arms, and looked at Zhang Ze, "Order up, do you want Miemie's elbow strike or Miemie's flying kick."
