"So, what did he know?" Wang Jing asked blankly.

"I don't know." Xi Zhiyuan shook her head.

"But Ling Yuan is really a headache." Wang Jing sighed.

There was nothing wrong with him, so he took out the Holy Spear of Britain.

This matter is extremely sensitive internationally, especially in Britain.

Logically speaking, teams that finish the game can leave on their own.

But basically no team will choose to leave.

Because this is a good opportunity to complement each other.

Watch other people play and make up for yourself.

Even Ling Yuan and the others are no exception.

Standing on the edge of the gymnasium, watching the people fighting in the distance.

"Ding! Today's sign-in has been enabled. Do you want to sign in?"

When Ling Yuan was watching two goddess-level women having sex with each other, the system's beep sounded in his mind.

"Sign it."

Ling Yuan returned subconsciously.

This kind of problem comes up once a week, and it has become a habit.

"Ding! Congratulations to the owner for getting the D-ark Tyrannosaurus machine."

He stretched out his hand, and a golden Tyrannosaurus Rex machine fell on his hand in the void.

Looking at the Digimon in his hand, Ling Yuan paused.

This thing is quite exquisite...

He signed in for his first childhood memories.

"But I don't have a Digimon." Ling Yuan murmured as he looked at the Tyrannosaurus machine.

"System, Properties Panel."

Immediately, a transparent properties panel appeared.

"Let me take a look, eh?"

"You can read data and create Digimon on your own..."
Chapter completed!