C887 Protect Our Lord Watanabe 88
"Our little brother can be considered a god from now on, right?" On the way back to the base, Prospect patted Soong Zhiye's shoulder and said, "You, Wild God, can't keep your position anymore."
Soong Zhiye didn't sleep well last night. This time, he squinted his eyes, and the corners of his eyes that were slightly raised were full of fatigue
