"Dog Spring Water, give me your life!"
"Damn! I've drawn so many times... why can't I hit it once?! Let go of me! I've made contributions to the Alliance! I want to see the Manager!"
"Come on, lend me a hand!"
"Left leg is all yours!"
"???"
"Wow, wow, wow! This eyepiece is so cool! All the little figures are glowing! Tsk, it's a pity it doesn't have X-ray vision!"
"Ah, Ah Wei, don't run! Let me take a look!"
"No, no, you have a big head! You'll stretch it out and ruin it!"
Above Shelter No. 404, in the sanatorium's entrance plaza, it was as lively as a festival. Players who logged in all received their prizes.
Including Dog Spring Water's Portable Shield Backpack.
Including Tail's thermal imaging eyepiece.
There were also a series of other novel gadgets.
Spring Springs, who was carried by his good brothers to a large tree, screamed miserably, repeatedly calling for "Dog Battlefield" and "Where is my son?".