Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

One more minute. Find it easier to stay still and observe the bike at a distance of about ten meters. Five seconds, four seconds... zero seconds. Pompokopo, this bike has evolved into an electric bike, and there was a voice with Yang from its device.

Gradually, a chunk of iron puts out a bumpy eye on the axis of the bicycle, blowing bubbles like lava trying to solidify, burning red to form a form, whilst sounding like a frying pan baking oil. First, one part at a time of the contents is combined with the kachikachi while the static electricity makes a sound that can be played. I wonder how it works. I tilt my neck and think about it. And the iron, whose case outside shines like a star, covers the contents. The silver case changed from one to the other, and a pattern with green feathers was formed on top of the silver on the box. It's done, go ahead and ride, and the bike was saddled open and spinning the words. You're not just a bike.