When Hou San analyzed this, the two big guys obviously felt a little unhappy.
Mu Yuan was the best at observing people's expressions. He snorted and laughed: "No matter what Aunt Die's purpose is, we have to get out of here anyway, San'er, think about it quickly, how to complete the trial of this seven-layer trial furnace?"
Hou San scratched his afro, his facial features wrinkled together, as if thinking extremely painfully: "Uh, well, this..."
Seeing that he looked like he was constipated, Mu Yuan shook his head in disappointment and sighed: "Okay, okay, don't think about it. I understand that the God of Waves is possessed. Everything is just a big framework without filling in the details. Did he not write it at all? The plot is just passing by again, right? Such an author only knows how to be lazy and water the word count. Humph, boring!"
