The Power to Transmigrate

Wang Xiaomao looked at the “Golden Lotus’s horny little friend” in his hand and said helplessly, “Bro, could you stop bringing back such weird souvenirs?”

Wang Ermao: “Can’t you just turn off your appraisal ability?”

Wang Xiaomao: “You say that as if you can control your own ability...”

Years later, “Bro, if only we could turn back time...”