章節 1170: What Kind of Rhythm Was This?

Tang Muxin was very angry—you threw away a good prop just like that. Do you think it's going to be easy to find something like that again? Did you not see that others are fighting each other for it? And Hong Dali actually threw it away without even looking at it…

The others were a little depressed as well. It was okay if they did not know. Now that they found out, they did not feel good about it…

"Oh, this." Hong Dali did not worry at all. He said indifferently, "That's easy, we'll just find another…"

Find another? Where? It was not easy to find such a good prop again after throwing it out.

"Where do we find it?" Tang Muxin put her finger on her lips and said, "Moreover, what do we look for?" She mumbled for a while, then her eyes lit up. She smiled and said, "Oh yes, without the motorcycle, we can look for a spacecraft! Hehe. That's a good suggestion, right?"