Lu Fan was frantic, not knowing what to do, when a five-meter-tall magic mirror suddenly appeared in the room, emitting a sinister fog like a nightmare.
Little loli held a heavy gravity gun with a serious face. Just when she got on guard, she saw Tang Zheng's towering figure take a stride, crossing through space to appear in front of her, with a line of familiar companions behind him.
"Uncle!" Little loli's face immediately turned to happiness, but after taking a few steps, she abruptly stopped, staring in horror at the clone of Lu Fan that followed Tang Zheng.
Lu Fan quickly calmed down, raised her weapon, and suddenly thought of a terrible problem: what if Tang Zheng had died in battle? What if this guy was an impostor?
"No, it can't be. Tang Zheng can't be dead!" Lu Fan comforted herself and thought rapidly about what to do next.