Mao Feiyang helplessly spread his hands: "With Old Lin's arrival, my infamous title naturally returns to its place."
Lin Yi: "..."
"What... you guys...?"
Kuai Hongji glanced at her: "What you're describing is a situation so bad it's beyond imagination."
"Once it occurs, it means the layout of the Law has completely lost control."
"There's a probability, but it won't happen."
"Alright then... that's for the best." Lin Yi pulled back her neck.
Kuai Hongji opened the curtains and then moved away a bit.
"Maozi, give me the music box."
Mao Feiyang quickly put away the bronze key and then handed "Amon's Music Box" to Kuai Hongji.
Kuai Hongji took the music box, holding it in his palm.
Curiously, Lin Yi leaned in and asked, "What exactly is the supernatural trait of this 'Amon's Music Box'?"
