The demon cultivator Zhou Xiaoyu from ten years ago is back
"Yanzhi?"
No one has called this name for ten years, so he is a bit unfamiliar.
"Brother Xiaoyu... I beg... You... Please come back, please!"
"I'm sorry"
After returning, Zhou Xiaoyu still couldn't get rid of his habit of dressing up as a woman.
"Brother Xiaoyu... Do you have to dress like this?"
Zhou Xiaoyu doesn't know that her sister is the ghost in this side room.
"Sister? Is it... You?"
"Little... Fish..."
Under that cliff, a crazy ghost is being raised by someone
"What the hell is this?!"
"Yanzhi!"
Zhou Xiaoyu, is he dead?
"Why? Why...?"
"Fool, my sister paid for it with her life, of course she must live well."
Intention: Be yourself
