System 677 asked tentatively, "[host, do you want me to send you the plot now?]
Fu Shang waved his hand.
An ugly rejection.
System 677 was even more confused, [??? ]
What's wrong with the host?
I'm hungry! Fu Shang replied weakly, " I'm starving!
This feeling, how should he put it?
It was like the bitter water of the sea, constantly churning without any intention of stopping. It also felt like a needle had pierced the tip of his hand, and he was so agitated that he couldn't bear it and had to pull his hand back.
It was very uncomfortable.
System 677 was at a loss for words.
Seeing how uncomfortable its host was, system 677 rummaged through its bulging little Treasury and took out a few packets of chips and bread.
[ host, I've put the food in your backpack. You can eat it after taking it out. ]
For the first time, Fu Shang felt that system 677 was so cute.
The soft bread entered his mouth.
It was fragrant and soft.