Yuzizhou may have never met such a person in his life, an adult, vulgar and rude, a child, unruly and willful, and weird. One second they were still talking to the outside world, and the next second they started to fight.
Gong Yexuan: Bastard, put your things down for me. I found them first.
Bai Xi: Silly man, your head was snatched away by the dead man. This is mine.
Gong Yexun: You obviously snatched this from me from the dead man's head.
Bai Xi: Yes, this is the one I stole from a dead man. Why does it belong to you? How shameless are you for robbing a child's things?
Gong Yexuan: You, little bastard
Bai Xi: Silly big guy
bastard
Silly big guy
bastard
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