My mobile phone mutated, and I was pulled into the [Behind-the-Scenes Big Guys Mutual Aid Group]. While chatting and laughing, the group of friends bestowed magic skills and secret treasures to lay the foundation for the heavens. They called me the "critical observer." So, when the city was strangely resurrected and the evil god was whispering, I silently took out my phone: "@All the bosses, help!" The group instantly became excited, and they rolled up to grab the "merit". These days, the big guys are involved in internal affairs, and there is really nothing new to do...
