Black gas constantly churned and shifted, eventually transforming into streaks of pitch-black text. Ancient and weathered, it was imbued with the weight of time.,Strangely, when faced with Xu Yilin's scolding, Liu Wu Xie felt a warmth flow through his heart. He could feel that Xu Yilin truly worried about him.,"Trash is trash, on his wedding day he comes to the brothel at night, driven by animal instincts, tearing off the clothes of the women in the brothel, almost causing a huge disaster. Heaven is unjust, why not take his life such a worthless person."。