With such a slack mindset, don't blame the modifier for giving you a smacking.
Born in worry, die in comfort...
Born in worry, die in comfort...
Now it's good, really going to die in comfort!
At this moment, with Yan Huan's pains deeply reflecting upon himself, in his Brain Command Room, several small Yan Huans looked at the little head Yan Huan sitting on the command platform, each rubbing their fists, veins popping...
Holding the brain control stick, the little head Yan Huan swallowed, looked back at the several menacing small Yan Huans who kept closing in on him, and forced a smile, saying,
"Stepping back and thinking, I did it for everyone to escape Chu Nan, it was good intentions gone bad, can't entirely blame me."
"..."
Several small Yan Huans remained silent, just looked at the increasingly guilty little head Yan Huan with cold smiles, saying,
"Anything else you want to confess?"
"Don't... don't hit the head, it'll kill me, then we'll... we'll be in trouble..."
