One day, a fight was arranged in the street.
Bei Xizi: “My blood can pacify wandering souls, suppress evil spirits, subdue wicked forces, and set the world right.”
Ou Yan gave a soft “Oh,” then casually made a gesture, utterly unruffled. “That powerful? Let’s see you prove it.”
Looking at the swarms of ghosts before her, enough to fill an entire football field, Bei Xizi couldn’t help yelling, “Ou Yan, you bald-headed monk, are you trying to bleed me dry?”
Ou Yan smiled disdainfully. “If you don’t want to die, then hide obediently in your husband’s arms.”
Bei Xizi: ...
This is the story of a gorgeous heartthrob who shaved his head to avoid admirers, only to be thoroughly rejected and then pursued in turn.
