"Hey, cold-faced ghost, aren't you cold standing like this?" Luo Changan hugged his shivering self and looked at the man beside him in the wind.
The man next to him glanced coldly, "Don't always call others ghosts. You are obviously more genuine than anyone else."
Luo Changan was speechless. Indeed, he had been a ghost for many days, and Black and White Wuchang didn't come, which made him have to discuss the issue of ghost or not with the cold-faced man next to him.
At the same time, I was glad that the cold-faced man could see me, otherwise how could I live?
"Let's go." Mo Lin, who walked to the middle of the zebra crossing, saw that the ghost didn't follow him, so he turned around and shouted without thinking.
Luo Changan stuck out his tongue. He was a ghost. Traffic lights are only useful for talents.
But I still followed him without any hesitation.