This Thigh is a Bit Hard
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In the closed and narrow space, oxygen was lost bit by bit, the dashboard shone faintly, and some sound waves came from inside, intermittently. "Watcher... PT35... Can you hear me? Cheng... Cheng Tianqing! Are you still alive?!" I smiled bitterly. It was difficult for me to breathe at the moment. Otherwise, I really wanted to yell: "I'm going to die of suffocation in the spaceship I built!" I am the Watcher. It is the result of many years of painstaking research. If the spacecraft had not crashed and I was inexplicably sucked into the vortex before returning, and then inexplicably thrown out, causing all the equipment to be piled on me like garbage when it fell to the ground, I would still love it deeply. The transmitter was completely dead, and I was desperately breathing in the last bits of oxygen I could.
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