Bulma said matter-of-factly: "There are a lot of them. By the way, the space-time communication you asked me to help research has also made great progress. As long as the problem of core materials is solved, it is not difficult to copy Doraemon's space-time communicator."

"

"..."

In front of this young woman, Chen Yi often felt like a staff maker.

It seems like he only gave the P40 to Bulma for about half a year...

This is a time and space communicator, okay? Let’s save some face for time and space.

"Wait a minute, I'll make a call..."

Shocking...

"oh."

I walked aside with my P40 and made the first call across time and space...

"Hello? Bulma?"

Fatty Lan’s cute voice came from p40.

"It's me, Chen Yi."

"Chen Yijun! You are finally back!"

"What? Chen Yi called? Let me pick up. Let me pick up!"

"Ah! Nobita, don't grab it!"

Fatty Lan's voice was very happy, and Nobita's usual silly voice came from the side.

Then Dingguang Wusi rang out randomly...

"Chen Yijun! I am Nobita!"

"I heard……"

After reminiscing about old times, Nobita, the boy, even called Panghu and his friends to show off, and a lot of time passed by.

Chen Yi was not impatient, but rather happy and at ease.

He still liked these children very much, even though they each had their own shortcomings.

"...Okay, everyone, let's stop talking this time. I have something to do with Doraemon."

This reminiscing was interrupted at the right time, otherwise these naughty kids would have taken this opportunity to go crazy all day long.

After all, Chen Yi still has a lot of face in front of their parents...

"Okay, Chen Yijun, you have to call me more often in the future!" Nobita said reluctantly.

"good……"

The place quickly returned to silence, and Doraemon's voice came on: "Chen Yijun, what can I do for you?"

Chen Yi got straight to the point: "Doraemon, if I want to find someone whose name I don't know and whose appearance I don't know, is there any way you can help me?"

"Ah? Let me think about it..."

On the other end of the phone, Fatty Lan sat with his short legs crossed in front of a heavy telephone, scratching his big face and scratching his big round head.

After a while, his eyes lit up: "I thought of it!"

For a moment, he hesitated again: "But if you don't know the name and appearance, the chance of success may be a little small."

Chen Yiyixi: "It doesn't matter! Can this prop be 'exported'?"

Jirachi can really make people's wishes come true, but this method is a bit tricky...

"That doesn't matter. Okay, then I'll send you the props now."

"Send it, send it here?"

"Yes, I have burned the spatial coordinates of Bulma's house through space-time communication. Using the space switch, I can realize the material transmission between the two worlds. After Bulma and I solve a few problems, maybe we can use any of them soon.

I’m here to see you!”

Doraemon's cheerful voice came from the phone.

Cold sweat broke out on Chen Yi's forehead.

What on earth did you both come up with?

Doing this shouldn’t attract the Space-Time Management Bureau, right?

Chen Yi swallowed.

No matter, it's none of my business!

Anyway, there are many strong people in this universe. Even if the Space and Time Administration comes, it’s not certain who is afraid of whom...

Fortunately, there is no need for him to risk going to that world again.

Chen Yi was confused, and Bulma ran over, holding something curiously in his hand.

While handing it to him, he asked curiously: "This is from Doraemon. What is this?"

Fatty Lan's voice sounded on the phone again: "Chen Yijun, I have sent the props over. The mini Doraemon in the Time and Space Phone has information about the props. You can ask how to use it."

So fast...

Chen Yi looked at the prop and started laughing ferociously in his heart.
Chapter completed!