He expressed some regrets about this.

And just when this idea appeared, he found that his object point changed from 13 to 13.3.

Lin Qian'an didn't expect that there was room for adjustment in this panel, and tried to make it display more complex data, but failed.

Shaking her head, Lin Qian'an looked back at the direction Zavent left.

In his eyes, the red light of the mark also appeared on Zavent's body.

There is no doubt that he himself is also a joke.

If Lin Qian'an wanted to, he might be able to subdue him and collect the clues directly.

But Lin Qian'an didn't do that in the end.

Zavent was obviously a harmless meme, and facing a human who could communicate normally, Lin Qian'an couldn't do that kind of thing.

Putting the skewers given by Zavent in his mouth, Lin Qian'an took a bite.

Along with the rich aroma and special taste, a moving piano music also played in my mind.

After eating a skewer, Lin Qian'an felt much more energetic, and most of the fatigue caused by the whole day's activities had disappeared.

After eating Zavent's kebabs, he felt a little unable to eat ordinary kebabs.

But after all, we couldn't waste food, so Lin Qian'an still had to swallow it all.

After returning to her residence, Lin Qian'an turned on her computer and searched for keywords such as night market, tuxedo men, and piano skewers cart, and then saw related memes.

But it turned out that a very popular craft blogger was inspired to make a piano skewers cart, which cleverly combined Yangchun Baixue and Lower Riba people.

So after the video became popular, the meme of the night market pianist was derived.

It is said that every midnight, accompanied by bursts of piano music and the aroma of cumin, he will appear and bring people kebabs and music.

Lin Qian'an guessed that Zafunt should also be born because of this joke.
Chapter completed!