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Yu Wan never imagined that the gentle, considerate and handsome idol she had liked for eight years was actually a childish person with a sweet tooth and jealousy. Why would he come here every two days to borrow salt, vinegar, and dog food? Was she afraid that she had become a fake idol? Small Theater "Xiang An, what is your family missing? Sugar or salt?" "Pearl needs a mother, how about you lend me the rest of your life and I will give the rest of my life back to you?"

Yue Lao touched his increasingly thinning hair and considered whether he should resign and go home to hide from his friends to recuperate. But before the red thread began to close, he saw a man dressed in white coming to his eyes in the distance. The person in front of him was very polite and gave him a respectful salute. Yue Lao endured the ceremony and accepted it, then heard the man ask, "May I ask if Yue Lao knows anything about the God of War? What kind of person was she before?" Yue Lao stared at his face for a while and then said hesitantly, "My lord, I want to ask, which God of War is it?"