"Oh my god," Aurora covered her mouth in surprise: "He, he can laugh...!" She pulled Elliot: "Have you given him a name? Have you done a level assessment?"
"The answer is no." Elliot gently pulled her hand down and walked towards the fantasy beast on the bed. Judging from the age of a human, the beast was about 14 years old: "Hello, little one."
A string of pitiful numbers hovered around the summoned beast. The life of this phantom beast was less than ten minutes. Elliot held his hand, and a lot of time passed between their intertwined fingers. He could not only get time from others, but also pass his own time to others. He gave the phantom beast ten thousand years. This summoned beast came because of him, so Elliot naturally regarded it as his own. Although he was used to scumbags, he had a possessive and protective desire towards the existence that he had marked as his territory.
"Do you mind if I find someone to give him a grade assessment?"
Aurora's voice interrupted appropriately, and the young lady's eyes kept circling around the phantom beast, and finally fell on the hand of the phantom beast and Elliot. She looked a little unhappy, and Elliot nodded nonchalantly, and he had no intention of letting the phantom beast go.
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