The atmosphere suddenly turned so bizarre.
That kind of gaze, as if watching a notorious serial killer go home and tenderly cook dinner for a little cat.
Even holding the little cat and meowing together with it.
Even if they are residues of the past, the remaining reflections of the Gods, even now, those blurred contours still uncontrollably reveal astonishment and bewilderment.
It's like seeing a ghost.
But Tong Ji was indifferent to those gazes, she casually opened a can of soft drink, drank it through a straw after pouring it.
After sipping a couple of times, she began to speak.
"So, back to the main topic—"
She said, "You've all been dead for so many years, do you still want to trip me up?"
At this point, she smiled gently: "Although as a beautiful and kind big sister, I love peace, I really don't want to mess with the ashes of old acquaintances.
But if you insist on giving me a hard time, I have no choice but to scatter you."
