Blood Paradox

"Action!" "Thank you very much for taking time out of your busy schedule to come..." Not long after he spoke seriously, Yang Yu scratched his head and looked to the right with a guilty conscience. "Um... What is it?" He kept his voice very low, trying to challenge the radio equipment worth tens of thousands. "Come to my funeral." A deliberately low-key friendly reminder came from the right side. "But that's a weird thing to say." "Card!" ——The above pictures are from the relics of Mr. Yang Yu