There were less than three minutes left before Motan in reality would crash to the ground, and all three 'people' in this space fell silent at the same moment.
The topic inevitably came to the domain that no one wanted to confront.
In this aspect, regardless of his mental state, Motan was the same.
Even the temperature seemed to drop significantly in that instant.
"In the end, we still can't avoid it..."
Tracksuit Motan pulled the corners of his mouth while glancing at the misty surroundings and sighed, "Indeed, since we can appear in this place, then... naturally, 'that' state of 'Motan' also has a reason to exist."
"It's clearly someone who said 'avoiding does not solve the problem.'
Black coat Motan fiddled with his bangs, his right eye narrowing slightly between his fingers: "Are you just using this phrase to sarcastically criticize that salted fish?"
"The salted fish says it's okay."
