Embarrassment.
The two big characters were written right on Zhang Beixing's forehead at that moment.
Makely dragged her husband and that woman into the room together, the door slammed shut, leaving Zhang Beixing facing a closed door.
Looking at the door, he hated it, there was no X-ray vision.
Who knows if there's a way to practice that skill.
Sun Wukong stayed in Tai Shang Lao Jun's furnace for so long, only to burn out sharp eyes.
He himself is Transcendent, is there any chance to develop this skill?
Hmm...
After pondering for a long time, Zhang Beixing finally turned it into a sigh of helplessness, letting a breath out of his mouth.
What the hell.
This still is just a Transcendent world, not a mythical world.
Ring... ring...
The phone rang.
The unfamiliar ringtone was indeed somewhat strange to Zhang Beixing.
But upon taking a closer look, he realized this was a call forwarded from the command center using a dedicated line, so the ringtone was naturally different.
