With both hands, Yao Yan broke the wreckage of the telescope, and walked into the room from the balcony and threw the telescope into the garbage basket.

And his gaze swept across various items in the room.

"He's really a thief."

Close your eyes, in the spiritual realm, the shadow-like crow lowered his head, looked at the human-shaped spiritual body grasped by his claws, and suddenly opened its huge and abnormal crow's beak, tearing it apart and swallowing it.

Memories flowed by, and scenes emerged, allowing Yao Yan to quickly understand the identity and experience of this long-faced man.

A city with a unique style.

History, style, and shape are all inconsistent with his memory during his lifetime.

and......

The direction of technology development is different.

At least, it is an incomprehensible situation to not walk on the plane technology tree and the airship technology tree.
Chapter completed!