"What are you looking at!" Yan Ling leaned his head on the table, chewing a peach upside down.
"Your biography..." Coffin Tomb said.
! ! "Let me take a look." Yan Ling became curious and leaned over.
"Wearing white clothes with silver trim, a piece of red rope tied with thousands. A frown and a smile are better than the years, and a word is just for a fate." The coffin tomb slowly read the reading book of the novel in the mortal world, "It doesn't look like it, it doesn't look like it."
"It's nothing like that. I'm always dressed like this when I go to the mortal world." He was unhappy and pouted.
He poked Yan Ling's face and said, "Look, you have that whole-body magnificence they say."
"You..."
Seeing him like that, I pinched him again. Well, it feels good (*?′╰╯`?)?