Mo Yu: What a horse? Have I traveled through time? Are you still traveling with your friends?
What a horse? Have I become a man? Are your friends the same?
Didn't I just say this in front of the statue of Grandpa Confucius? Do you want to be awake? Hello?
Yan Chen: Time travel? He nervously turned his head and looked to the side, breathed a sigh of relief, and raised a devilish smile: This is God's will, my angel, no matter where in time and space you are, you are mine, don't even think about escaping again.