On the fifteenth day of the seventh month, every family worships their ancestors, puts out bowls and chopsticks, and the Yin people come back...
Wen Yunxiao, who has a yin constitution, has been practicing martial arts diligently under the guidance of his unscrupulous master since he was a child. He has learned to protect himself wisely and inherited the mission of the extradition master lineage.
In the year when he passed the college entrance examination, he was the only young man in the town who had ambitions to go to a big city. On the day he was about to pack his luggage and leave, under the strong instructions and pressure of his master, he "willingly" took away a so-called "local specialty" named Shi Yujin.
"Master, if I fight him, what is my chance of winning?"
"You two are at odds with each other."
"Am I five?"
"He beats you five times in three minutes..."
The man who was half a head taller opposite had a cold and dangerous aura, and he glanced at Wen Yunxiao who was standing on his feet like a clown trying to be superior to others with an expressionless expression. Although he had not spoken yet, Wen Yunxiao could see the naked word "weak" in his eyes.
"Your abilities are not enough for me to squeeze between my teeth!"
It's better not to speak...
Many years later, the two of them went through ups and downs and achieved success. Just when their breaths were entangled and they met frankly, Wen Yunxiao obediently looked at the man who was lying on top of him and trying hard to pull off his clothes.
Somehow he recalled the first time the two met. Seeing the arrow on the string, his brain suddenly cramped and blurted out at the critical moment.
"Your abilities are not enough for me to squeeze between my teeth..."
"Stab it!"
When he realized what he had said, he thought to himself, he looked up and saw Shi Yujin's face suddenly darkened.
And because he couldn't control his strength, he tore his clothes into rags with great force and irritability. Wen Yunxiao quickly shrank to the end of the bed and hugged his naked self with one hand, while trying to protect his "chastity" that had been dragged down to his thighs with the other hand, waving his hands in fear.
"Boss, listen to my explanation!"
If you can't beat someone, you just run away and talk about it, you're a bitch, you're a slut, VS you're a professional who cleans up the mess, you're a shameless attacker
Intention: There are no green hills left, only endless firewood to burn
