"What are you talking about?"
Li Qing, who emerged from the time machine in the sky, asked.
"Don't want to admit it?" Sicily looked at that aloof and distant gaze, feeling as if he was being despised, a raging fire of anger surged within him.
This hidden manipulator behind the curtain of history does not dare to act against his future self, only daring to secretly act against his past self, making him extremely agitated.
"I am also your past..." The voice from above was extremely cold, as if it truly belonged to the future Dark Matter Cosmic Emperor.
"Stop pretending."
"I am very powerful now."
Sicily's gaze became increasingly icy.
Almost every few thousand years, he traveled once to see the pasture.
One hundred and sixty thousand years.
Now one hundred and sixty thousand years have passed.
