"What? Don't get me wrong. The bloodstains on the sofa are my nosebleeds sticking to it."

"Cut, ghosts believe you will have nosebleeds, where the blood and nosebleeds can be the same? Don't forget, I'm a doctor." Qing Linger said firmly.

Guan Yu knows that it's all over the past and doesn't talk much, but he's been torn apart. It's useless to say anything.

"Brother Guan, I know you are strong, but so many women have you served in the past? There are more than ten counts outside the house. Can you eat them well? Asked Qing Ling-er wittily.

"Why are there so many? Don't talk nonsense." While Guan Yu...