Liu Ye always felt that he was a good person-specifically, a paragon of filial piety. When it came to his mother, he was exceptionally devoted.
The Joyous Funeral Fiend: Bullshit!
Toward his father, he was kind and amiable.
The Water Fiend: *Sob, sob*… Don’t come any closer! If you take one more step, I’ll die right in front of you!
To his friends, he was the type who would take a bullet for them.
Other Fiends: You mean you’d put two bullets in us!
In short, Liu Ye felt that he was a happy man.
The Fiends: Isn’t your happiness just the history of our blood and tears?
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Type
text
Chapters
25
Status
OnGoing
