I traveled through time, from a world full of supernatural powers to a world full of telekinesis.
I have no lofty ambitions, I just want to eat and die, but my strength does not allow it, and I accidentally got entangled with a certain magician.
The magician beauty fashionista held a poker card between her middle and index fingers and asked casually: "So, what is your relationship with Xiaoyi?"
I typed out the correct answer slowly: "Friends."
The long, straight black punk hipster is cold and heartless and drops the bomb: "Killers don't need friends."
I looked at the cards in my hand expressionlessly: "Oh, I need it. You are my friend, I am not your friend. Let's do our own thing."
Hei Changzhi silently pulled out a Q:... It seems that there is nothing wrong with the logic.
The magician laughed "poof hahahaha" and threw out the last card, "Xiaoyi, you lose."
I stretched my hand forward: "Give me the money, Xiao Yi."
Xiao Yi himself reasonably suspected that the couple was seeking revenge on him for receiving money from both sides at that time.
Intention: Practice is the only criterion for testing truth
