The spirit smiled at him, but his eyebrows were filled with anger: "Aren't you afraid of me?"
The scholar responded with a faint smile and packed the last volume: "Why are you afraid of you?"
The spirit frowned and complained to the scholar with some dissatisfaction: "You are not afraid of me, and I can't beat you, so how can you get out of my territory?"
The scholar's smile did not diminish: "It's easy, you can go out with me."
The copywriting is all lying to you (σ?ω?)σYO?
In order not to be a prisoner, I ask for support in various ways.