Oh, no! I can't help blocking my face with my hands. What am I doing!

"ha ha, are you Yeshan or yixiaoming Qin song didn't care that I was withered in the wind and continued to sprinkle a handful of salt on my wound.

"what do you say!" I crouched down to cover my face and threw the problem back to him.

"naturally, I want you to talk to me. If it's Yeshan, I'm really curious..." He said it cheerfully.

I'll just bury my whole face in my arms. What's the matter? How can there be so many strange things in this ghost place!

Oh, come on, it's heaven's will....