Yan Xiaobei reconsidered, yes, indeed, in the eyes of the Skull Party, he was the so-called mythical invader, there was no distinction between me and you.
"If it's confirmed that you're a mythical invader, you'll die, I'm not joking, you will definitely die, so you absolutely cannot admit it."
"I wasn't to begin with," Yan Xiaobei said, "You are."
"That's right, I am." The gentle voice laughed again.
With his laughter, the stalled time returned to its normal state, and the world became normal again, the strand of Queen Bee's hair that was frozen in mid-air started to flutter.
Lisa's voice came from all directions into Yan Xiaobei's ears, "Do you still refuse to admit it now?"
"I'm not a mythical invader, I don't even know what these things are," Yan Xiaobei desperately defended himself.
