Luo Jie felt that the roast chicken he bought must not have been an ordinary person during his lifetime, otherwise the dimensional wall of the apocalypse would have been broken by carrying it on the road. This must be the curse from the space-time chicken. Luo Jie: Will Father World give me a golden finger? Definitely! Probably? Maybe? ╭(°A°`)╮World Dad, did you give it to the wrong person? !