"Hahaha..."
"Young Master Meng, you really have turned into a living tortoise this time... Hahaha..."
After a few moments, Limu's entire body shook as he clutched his stomach and laughed heartily.
With this reminder, their dumbfounded companions all snapped back to reality, and everyone burst into laughter, one after another...
"As expected from Young Master Meng, his products are always top-notch!"
"Isn't that right? The previous Yuanwu Gatling looked ugly, but now look how great it is—after being modified by Young Master's bloodline, it's evolved gallantly and imposingly..."
"But if you keep stretching your neck so much, aren't you tired, Young Master Meng? Be careful not to strain your cervical vertebrae..."
"Hahaha..."
Watching their friends delightfully banter, Meng Shaotao, sitting in the fire-control position in the tortoise shell form, snapped out of it as well. With a drooping face, he nearly burst into tears on the spot.
"Alright, alright, stop teasing him..."
