C1777 New wing

"How, how, how do you change the time …" Old Tian Wu asked happily at this time.

"Let me see." Ding Yi's spiritual will poured into the 'used to fix the lamp', causing his entire being to look like he had been hit with an acupoint, as he stood there motionlessly.

After a few minutes, whoosh, Ding Yi retracted his spiritual will.

"F * cking --" Ding Yi cursed loudly