Stars were splashing everywhere, and lilac arcs of electricity were beating wildly in the dim backyard, like a weird aurora show.
Qiao Yuxing lowered his head slightly, his eyes behind the special goggles as calm as water.
The six-figure Chanel haute couture gown she was wearing was huddled aggrievedly under a greasy dust cover, and what she held in her hand was a welding gun that could make any socialite scream and faint.
"Zi-ZiZi-"
The last steel bar was firmly welded to the iron garden gate.
Qiao Yuxing wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself through his goggles: "Want to take me on a blind date? Unless you can teleport through this door, or collectively evolve the ability to walk through walls."
The originally hollow European-style iron door was now welded by her like an airtight iron bucket.
As long as she thought about it, this place would be a real-life version of indestructible.
