"So, is your Base Plane also planning to plant a pawn with me? Is Dalles the person you selected?" The boy didn't mind Pei Yan's compliment, paused the game, walked over to his fridge and took out two bottles of Coke, tossing one to Pei Yan. Seeing Pei Yan's confused expression as he looked at the date on the bottle, the boy laughed and said, "Don't overthink it. I don't have Lin Junzhao's ability to create something from nothing. These things, including the Coke in your hand, are all produced by your Base Plane!"
While speaking, the boy twisted open the cap and took a big gulp, shaking his head with satisfaction as he proudly said, "In this besieged Holy City, being able to enjoy cross-dimensional supplies freely is one of the privileges of me, the Demon God."
