In the multi world of No. 8.
Qingchen squatted at the back, quietly looking at the four unfortunate people in front who were pouting their buttocks.
The four men were all raccoon heads, like the four brothers who had agreed to pinch their faces together and were looking out of the bushes.
One of them was holding an automatic rifle picked up in the air drop. It should be lucky.
But the four people whispered, "The poison circle is approaching. It's said that the white light is here. If we can catch him off guard, we will become popular online."
In the bush, someone behind the four little raccoons asked, "Kill the white people..."