In an instant, countless people at the scene began frantically rubbing their brows, while others bowed their heads to count ants, murmuring to themselves, "That rabbit isn't mine, not mine..."
"What in the world are these things?"
"It's over, it's all over..."
...
The audience erupted in wails.
Gold Star Taibai's face turned exceptionally unsightly as he thought to himself, "Damn rabbit, you couldn't leave even one for me!"
The Purple-Clothed Immortal, who originally had no hope and was sitting there munching on a pile of snacks with bulging cheeks, suddenly laughed, "Hey... this is good, if my bunny can't be chosen, then no one's bunny can, everyone roll back and eat carrots, haha..."
After laughing twice, the Purple-Clothed Immortal suddenly paused as she spotted a familiar figure among the multitude of rabbits.
That little, plump, fleshy creature, earnestly trying to flex its chest muscles, wasn't that the rabbit she had brought?
