Chen Daotian lay on the ground, mumbling and cursing, "Scram, get lost... don't disturb my big sleep, I'm still waiting for Brother Yu to come and save me."
Fang Yu couldn't help but laugh, and gave him a kick.
"Get up now!"
"Damn, who dares to kick me!"
The moment Chen Daotian got up, he froze.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
He stood up and walked around Fang Yu, examining him closely. After a long moment, he mumbled dizzily, "Brother Yu, you're dressed so cleanly, and your hair is so sleek, quite stylish. You didn't go to the Western Heaven, did you? Is this a dream you're sending me from there?"
"Go to hell, I'm alive and well. Do dead people have shadows?" Fang Yu rolled his eyes.
Chen Daotian looked around, and indeed, there was a shadow.
He couldn't help but be overjoyed and hugged him tightly.
His face covered with snot and tears—
