"Hair! I touched the thick hair of the female ghost!!"

...

The scene was extremely chaotic.

Wuhua stood there without expression, with her hand on her bald head, and she had not taken it down for a long time.

His emotional gaze turned to the direction of the woman who held his sleeve to death.

The woman asked in tremblingly, innocently and pitifully, "That, do you... do you have... Buddhist beads..."

Wuhua: "…………”

Luo Feiyu,

Is this your informant?

You are waiting for me!

The author has something to say: Wuhua (cold): I am a bald man, I have no feelings for me.
Chapter completed!