"Give it to you!"
The young hero wearing the uniform of a disciple of a certain sect smiled and handed Lu Huaijin a dumpling, looking at the interface with increasing favorability with satisfaction.
"Thank you for the gift, I like it very much."
When Lu Huaijin, a disciple of Yunmeng, ate his twentieth dumpling, his tone was difficult, but he still expressed his gratitude uncontrollably.
She thought desperately, 'Young Xia, I really can't eat anymore. '
After eating the forty-fifth meal, Lu Huaijin finally died.
But she never imagined that after death, the world could still play like this.