"Moo (Don't get me wrong, we don't want to call you that either)"
Seeing Leon's increasingly strained expression, the old yellow bull hurriedly lifted its two front hooves to gesture, then earnestly mooed with a cow's face full of sincerity:
"Moo moo moo moo (Although after leaving Fredri, we are no longer completely controlled by her will, we are ultimately still a part of her consciousness, so we are inevitably influenced by her)"
"So... you call me a pervert because she thinks I'm a pervert?"
"That's right!" x14
"Moo! (That's right!)"
"..."
Although dreams are abstract by nature, you are too abstract...
Seeing fifteen cross-dressing perverts with faces smeared like wall paint, wearing white dresses, and even pinching their voices to speak, Leon, unable to bear the sight, couldn't help but request:
"Let's talk about whether to save Fredri later, can you change your outfits first?"
"We can't change."
The first muscle man shook his head and said:
