In other words, if the number of prize money in an anchor’s hand is not proportional to his physical age…

What will happen?

Wen Jianyan has too little information at hand now and has no accurate answers, but he now understands at least two points.

1. If he wants to restore his original physical age, he needs to go to the food area for another consumption.

2. In this copy, age is the key.

"That... may I ask..."

Brother Scar hesitated and asked in a low voice: "Can you leave?"

Wen Jianyan was withdrawn from contemplation.

He raised his eyes and smiled slightly: "Damn."

However, when he was relieved, he heard Fang's long voice and continued:

"but……"

Brother Scar subconsciously took a breath of cold air, and his heart that had just been relieved was instantly raised again.

He took a step forward, leaned slightly, and had a faint smile on his lips. He slowly tilted the hem of the man's clothes in front of him, gently patting the grass clips he had just rolled on the ground.

He was slender, even half a head shorter than the man in front of him, but he was inexplicably extremely oppressive.

Brother Scar subconsciously tightened his whole body.

He clearly had such a beautiful face, but he only felt his scalp numb and layers of goose bumps were rushing out.

The young man raised his eyes, looked over with a pair of amber-colored eyes from bottom to top, and smiled and said softly: "I believe you won't cause trouble again next, right?"

His voice was hoarse and soft, without any threat.

Brother Scar shook violently.

Under the clothes that Fang had just touched, it seemed that something was being parasitized again from the depths of his belly. The terrifying, purple-like ghost baby seemed to be lying deep in his belly, waiting quietly and developing.

“No, no, no, no—”

He was incoherent.

"Don't be nervous, it's up to you."

Wen Jianyan smiled briefly, stuttered in a silence, swore aloud, blinked at him frivolously, and raised his tail slightly, as if he had a hook:

"Just hope you can bring more prize tickets next time."

【Integrity first】In the live broadcast room:

"Grass, it's so poisonous, anchor, you're so poisonous!"

"Hahahahahahaha, are you used to pulling more than one sheep!"

"I can't laugh. If I go to the face, can I just turn around and run away?"

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes and watched happily as the anchors fled in panic.

He turned around and looked at his teammates behind him:

"Let's go, keep going—"

At that moment, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Under the jungle not far away, Wen Jianyan clearly saw a huge house made of mirrors, with countless smooth surfaces shining brightly, shining brightly under the sunlight. It stood between the dense woods from afar, very quiet, as if it had always been there.

But Wen Jianyan is sure.

At least just now...

There is absolutely this house there.

Without even thinking about it, the names related to this project jumped into his mind.

Mirror "Mystery".

The rules on the moustache flashed in front of your eyes, and Wen Jianyan couldn't help but sweat and "hair" stood up.
Chapter completed!