I, Yuan Xiaotian, Play with the World!

Underground in a building in Chang'an, a group of people returned exhausted, sat in the lounge, each got a cup of coffee, and began to report. "How to write the cause of the incident? During the arrest process, Yuan Qilan forcibly participated in the operation. Because he failed to effectively restrain his own abilities, the impact increased?" "One more thing. He forcibly joined this operation when our side strongly refused his assistance, and refused to obey the command many times during the operation. As a result, personnel were injured. One more thing. This kid didn't listen to our instructions. He didn't even listen to his sister's instructions." "Shh, I'm here." Several people were recording, and a young woman who came from a distance sat down and sighed: "Please report, please. I have to write a 10,000-word self-criticism." "Ah? What's wrong?" "I can't control it. I am responsible for 70% of this operation. 20% Belongs to my brother and 10% belongs to his master." The more he spoke, the angrier he became, and he unconsciously exerted force on his hand. Suddenly, the pen suddenly broke in his hand, and the ink spattered, turning the contamination on everyone and the table black in an instant. "Sister, please calm down. My brother is still young after all, and none of us here have made any mistakes since childhood." A person next to him comforted him and raised his hand. The ink on the table was wrapped in a layer of dim purple light, slowly floated, condensed, and became a small ink ball, which was thrown into the trash can. He took a deep breath and took out his spare pen: "Forget it, forget it. Compared to me, he is nothing." "Yeah. That means two buildings were almost demolished, 3,000 people were evacuated, 6,000 memories were modified, and the water supply of a street was re-examined. The estimated economic loss was 12 million, that's all."