"Old Zhou, do you think we can hold on?"
Dai Le looked up at the starry sky around him. It was dark and deep, as if it was hiding countless ferocious beasts from the abyss.
He is a double star stepper and has a stronger sense of danger than others.
It seemed to him that there were enemies everywhere around him, like a desperate situation.
Zhou Jiang wasn't so troubled. He smiled and said, "You joined the train late, so you don't know the difficulties we went through. Back then, we were very weak, and the slightest disturbance would have terrified us. Now it's much better. At least we have enough power to fight back. Dale, why do you Samoans have eight arms? I've wanted to ask this question for a long time, but I was embarrassed."
Samoyed opened his mouth wide, revealing his dense, snow-white teeth.
"Actually, I also want to ask, why do you have two hands? Are they enough?"
"Two hands are not enough, it's very convenient."
"How can we have eight hands to be convenient? Let me give you an example. When we go to the toilet, we can use one hand to hold our phone, one hand to hold our breakfast, two hands to play games, two hands to scratch our itch, one hand to wipe our butt, and the last hand as a backup. Can you do that?"
Zhou Jiang gave a thumbs up.
Dale also gave a thumbs-up and added, "I can give eight thumbs-up at the same time. Wouldn't that be more sincere?"
At this time, the watch sent a reminder that the front-line mission was completed.
"Team, return. Don't linger."
Zhou Jiang raised his head and looked behind him. Qianqiu was sitting with his hands on his chins. Tens of thousands of hands stretched out in all directions behind his back, making it easy for him to kill the enemy.
"No matter how many people you Samo have, can you compare to this guy?"
Dale swallowed and shook his head.
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