"This won't..."
Liu Zheng had a bad premonition.
"Mmm, this person is going to help me throw away the trash."
"Haha."
He laughed dryly twice.
Sometimes he really hated how accurate his guesses always were.
"Senior, you should be careful when you carry it later so that you don't dirty the ground,"
the novelist reminded.
"What happens if it gets dirty?"
"Would it become another bag of trash?"
the novelist replied.
"Huh?"
"Mmm, because it might also be eaten directly, haha."
She was proud of her precision.
"6. Let's go."
Liu Zheng held the trash bag against his chest and walked outside, to prevent anything inside from leaking out.
The man with the beard looked up at him, his gaze indifferent.
"Stop staring, close your eyes and rest for a while. Look at you, your eyes are all red from strain."
Liu Zheng sighed and closed his eyes for him.
Two streams of blood flowed from the man's eyes, trickling down to the bottom of the bag along other parts.
