"Why do you always follow me?!"
"Protect you"
"I don't need it." He shook the scythe.
His eyes flashed green, and the man about to pounce on him fell to the ground.
He was embarrassed: "Anyway, I don't want you to follow me anymore!"
He was silent.
"Hey, hey, hey, you perverted uncle, why don't you speak?"
"Xiaoge, I like you."
"But I don't like you!"
"Why?"
"Because you are not him!"