The angry voice echoed in the spacious cavity, and even the sea water rippling at the edge of the square was rippled.
Standing on the concrete ground, a group of crew members of the Glory could not help but stop their steps. They were at a loss for a moment.
The atmosphere at the scene was a little stiff.
Or embarrassed.
Especially for several "outsiders" from No. 404 refuge, Zhimashu looked at Si without knowing what to do, and the tail with no place to put his hands had quietly played with the fleshy chest hair.
Si Si takes a look at the door of the shelter, and looks at the sesame paste who asks for the line of sight