Marge

"Ha, tsundere."

The emotionless Transformer made a cruel evaluation.

Kang De sensed that book with his mental strength. The brilliance of elements lingered in the pen and ink stored on the page. Knowledge, storage, solidification, explanation, tobacco…—it was active and brand new. As expected, it had just been written.

Delilah's evasive gaze flashed through his mind and his heart warmed.

Logically speaking, Kang De did not like the attribute of pride… Ah, it was so fragrant.

When this thought flashed through his mind, he revealed a surprised expression, "Wait… you mean that she just wrote this book?"

Horus was silent for a moment before sighing, "Sigh… what else?"

Kang De frowned and said, "But at first, she said that she had never heard or seen such an insect, and it doesn't look like she was lying… Since she knows, why did she say that? Why circle around it?"