"Eat, keep eating, do you still have me in your eyes?" The dark underworld roared, and all the ghosts and ghosts took it for granted and went about their business.
"Of course there is, the reflection is reflected, not to mention I'm not blind." The little King of Hell stretched his neck, opened his eyelids with one hand, and pointed at his eyes with the other hand, "Look, it's a thief."
"Is this your attitude? Is it polite to knock Yue Lao unconscious and steal his fairy fruit?" The poor King of Hell was so angry that his nose was almost crooked, and he was about to perform a fire-breathing performance.
"I've eaten. At worst, can I finish the poop and send it to him another day?" He rubbed his shoulders and waist, and sat down lazily.
"Shameless." The King of Hell slapped the table angrily, causing the items on the table to tremble.
"What's wrong with being shameless? Being shameless and out of style is an art." Little Hell curled his lips disdainfully and said sarcastically, "With three hundred and sixty lines, you will be the number one scholar. What's even more shameless, do you want to try it?"