The crackling sound of the burning tobacco made the moment seem unusually quiet.

“It smells so good!”

Godzilla took a sip and exclaimed in praise.

The aroma of tobacco directly intoxicated the No. 0 soul.

He hadn't tasted this flavor for many years and even thought he was dreaming.

Even though it's more than ten meters long, it's still hard to resist. After a few puffs, half of it is burned.

Godzilla then slowly opened his eyes and said, "With this thing, it will be easier to talk."

"Laola, smoke slower. I can't afford to support you at this rate!"

Seeing this, Pan Han took a breath. He still underestimated Godzilla's lung capacity.

Even if it smokes one cigarette every day, that would be a total of two thousand!

Do we have to open a cigarette factory just for this?

"Don't be so stingy! Although I can smoke, I can also do it!"

Although Godzilla's little claws only have three fingers, he still freed up two to hold the cigarette, and his posture was exactly the same as Pan Han's.

"Actually, I don't know what I can do with you! I'm supposed to be invincible on this planet."

Pan Han sat on Godzilla's belly, facing its big nostrils, and started smoking.

"Then I don't care. This is your problem. Anyway, since you let me taste the taste of cigarettes, you have to take responsibility to the end!"

"Damn it! You're not a 0, are you? Why is your tone so weird? Am I responsible for this?"

"I'm already number 0! If you don't give it to me, I'll mess with you guys every day. You scumbag!"

"Ugh! Damn it, it's still my fault in the end." Pan Han took a deep puff of his cigarette, a cloud of foul air pressing on his chest, and he couldn't spit it out.

"Don't panic. I didn't smoke your cigarette for nothing. Don't you want to know what happened to the first batch of high-level evolutionaries?"

"What?" Hearing this, Pan Han stood up suddenly.