When Lu Yuanwu met Lan Xi for the first time, the other party snatched the ghost's urn.
Lan Xi: "Why do you, a grown man, cry so hard?"
Ghost: "......"
Lan Xi: "Cry again and scatter your ashes."
The mad ghost rushed towards the person. Lu Yuanwu felt his hands sink, and the naked jar came to him. Looking at the fangs still stained with blood, Lu Yuanwu immediately cursed secretly. Can't you run away if you can't fight?
He forced his way out of the huge yard. When he was chased to the fifth circle, Lu Yuan couldn't bear it anymore and threw the urn out without a backhand. The ghost who successfully ate the snacks squeaked a few more times and disappeared.
Lu Yuanwu: "You, come down."
The man raised his eyebrows, turned over and jumped off the roof, saying with a smile, "You have good physical strength."
I have nothing to do and I am so anxious that I feel itchy hands after violent disassembly
Purpose: We are firm successors to socialism
