When Chu Jiaojiao and Shen Changqing returned to the spaceship, the bloodied Old Yellow Bull had stopped roaring.
Then.
It remained motionless, like a salted fish.
On X-N3848, Ji You and others didn't look happy.
Yue Qiguang grabbed his hair, annoyed: "So, this thing is just blocking the path without moving?"
"How long is it gonna block?" Sheng Qingyan, standing motionless at the platform, didn't dare to budge, but the Old Yellow Bull blocking the way made him suddenly sleepy. He struggled to keep his eyes open, saying: "Should I maybe go sleep first? Let me know when it moves?"
Wait...
Sleepy?
Sheng Qingyan paused, squinting his eyes, asking: "Do you all feel sleepy?"
"Ha~" Chu Jiaojiao raised her hand, rubbing her brow, saying: "A little bit."
"You didn't say so earlier. But once you did, I suddenly felt a bit sleepy." Yue Qiguang frowned.
Yue Qiyuan's expression turned serious: "Spiritual Interference?"
Shen Changqing remained silent.
