[Copy: Midnight Bell Tower]
Zhao Xiaoman opened his eyes, and the panel data was heartbreakingly shabby——
Strength E, agility E, intelligence E (just passed).
Backpack: half a pack of tissues, a broken headband, three expired mints.
The old players next to them have already grabbed all the weapons, and several fixed teams are on guard against each other.
Zhao Xiaoman glanced at the line of gray words at the bottom of the taskbar:
[Hidden title: Great Prophet - If more than 70% of creatures believe the lie when he lies, the lie will come true. Current credibility: 0%]
She swallowed.
Okay, let's treat a dead horse as a live doctor.
Conception:////