"Hei Ying won't die, the sky won't brighten." The Land God took a puff of smoke: "But this day, it ultimately has to brighten."
"It's twilight now, the sky will only get darker, the night will only get deeper." Liu Yichen sighed: "Senior, walking too much at night, one always runs into ghosts; walking too much by the river, shoes will get wet. Better to walk less at night and stay away from the river. Otherwise, at the age when the earth covers your neck, if the boat suddenly capsizes, you'll lose face, show big eyes, and even the thickest skin will feel burning pain. Tell me, isn't my childish talk somewhat reasonable? Haha!"
The Land God looked steadily at Liu Yichen for a moment, biting his cheek: "Has anyone ever told you that you are really arrogant?"
"Still haven't, you're the first." Liu Yichen also bit his cheek: "Actually, you're more arrogant than me, but strangely you live very well, haven't died yet—is it because you have a large fate or good luck?"
