"Are you always this irritable?"
Lin Fan inquired, ready to fight at the slightest disagreement, straightforward and clear—it truly was a strange Creator, full of novelty.
The Creator said, "Can you let me go?"
Lin Fan shook his head, "No."
"Then it's nonsense, if you won't let me go, I'll have to fight you." The Creator was indeed nervous, as most Creators knew of Lin Fan's notorious reputation.
Their opponent evolved even faster than their zombies.
It had even formed a chasm.
Absolutely not something that could be easily crossed.
"Come on then." The Creator brandished the Bone Spear, roaring like an ancient general, full of grandeur, about to fight for its life, but was interrupted by Lin Fan.
"Please wait, can I take a picture of you?" Lin Fan made a request.
