Open the system mall's character panel.
Lately, the miscellaneous expenses have amounted to several thousand, and if I deduct another ten thousand, there will only be over seven thousand left.
Cheng Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth and said with a pained expression, "Repair."
What else can she do if she doesn't repair it? Fly back herself?
"Bread will be available, and milk will be available too. Host, don't be discouraged."
Hehe!
Enough with the pointless motivational talk.
Every System Coin was earned through her hard work, risking her life. Just like this mission where she was on the brink of death several times, if not for Ah Mo, she'd probably be nothing but bones by now.
What bread? What milk?
Knowing that the host did not need this hollow comfort, it tactfully shut its mouth.
"Alright! Now we just need to wait patiently."
The Space Transmitter has already been sent back to headquarters.
Hmm!
