Crossing the Book of Eighty Years: Starting with the Mourning Hall Tearing Apart the White-Eyed Wolf

The food anchor woke up and found himself in the mourning hall. When he first arrived, he encountered the best trouble, but the original mother was too soft-tempered and couldn't stand it. OK, OK, the best, right? What I tear apart is the best! Brother Bing, who has grown up in my aesthetics, don't leave when he comes, come to my bowl quickly!