Mu Liuyun held up a sword flower and sighed with a smile: "Is it not destined by God that you and I will be together day and night, year after year?"
Lu Zhao rolled his eyes speechlessly. He was afraid that this man was mentally ill, so he picked up the sword, turned around and left, leaving behind a sentence:
"It's Zhao from the paper bag! If you're sick, go see a doctor. Don't let me act crazy!"
Mu Liuyun looked at Lu Zhao walking away from him, and his gentle laughter overflowed.
This world finally has some meaning...
...
Later,
"Lu Zhao!" Mu Liuyun held a kitchen knife to his waist and roared.
"Oh, oh, you're the only one who's been making noise all day long, so you've just made a hole in the pot. Just buy another one!"
Intention: Mutual salvation, mutual companionship, mutual growth, mutual relief