White latte frowned.

If a gun is thrown into a cesspool, wouldn’t it be necessary to get a manure bullet?

How could there be air bullets?

The white latte is very keen and remembers the details just now...

Before throwing the gun into the cesspool, the trembling of the gun will be even more intense!

It...it seems...it's very reluctant?

Is he unwilling to eat shit?

So, it is doing its best to eat air? Generate air bullets?

White latte frowned.

The gun just floated on the surface of the cesspool and could indeed contact the air.

But... before making soil bullets, why didn't it eat air? It has its own preferences and will? What can it choose to eat? How strong will it have? How autonomous is it?

The more you think about the white latte, the more confused it is... What kind of intelligence does it have? What type of personality? Which aspect of preference? How much freedom does it have? Will it attack its master? Can it directly turn the enemy into bullets? Where is the boundary of its ability? Does it have a temper? Will it get angry?

In the chaotic thoughts, the white latte was drowsy.

No……

Can't sleep...

Still on duty...

Tell yourself the white latte!

He reached out to slap himself, but he was too sleepy, and the slap was soft and weak...

He reached out to pinch the soft flesh on his waist, but he was too sleepy and could not even pinch his clothes...

His head was too heavy and his neck was too weak.
Chapter completed!