Juan Suting, a little Taoist nun from the 22nd century, had just returned to the country when she was blown up into the sky. When she opened her eyes, she found herself soul-traveled into the body ...
"Miss, please slow down."
"Brother, come on, I'm rooting for you."
The deafening voice of a little baby echoed in the martial arts field.
Hearing his sister's voice, Jun Fengting turned his head and looked over here. Although he couldn't see clearly, he still waved in his sister's direction.
"Why is that damn girl so loud?"
"Whose child is that? Why is he standing on the table? How uneducated!"
"It's so loud, it almost deafens me."
"That's right, it gave me a scare."
Jun Shutong felt wronged. He had spoken a little loudly just now, but it shouldn't be loud enough to deafen anyone!
[Host, I just secretly gave you some help, did you feel it? ]
The system said to Jun Shutong as if to take credit.
[I was saying, I clearly didn't use any internal energy, so why was it so loud?]
[It helps a lot, I won’t need it next time.]
System: [I have been silently giving, but why do I feel like the host seems unhappy?]
"Did I transfer too little energy? Next time, I'll transfer more energy to ensure the host's voice resonates throughout the room."
Xia Xue and Yingying were unhappy about other people's gossip.
"Those people are so annoying. They stand on their own tables and they care."
"That man in front, didn't he also step on the table? He even stepped on it with his shoes on. Why didn't anyone say anything to him?"
The two maids were indignant.
Jun Shutong and Yi didn't care about that. The mother and daughter were staring at the bow in Jun Fengting's hand.
"Mom, why do I feel like something is wrong?"
"Brother, why did you change your bow and arrow?"