What kind of ancient creatures have lived for thousands of years, walking in the void, freezing water into ice, and splitting rivers with a single sword—this guy just wouldn't stop talking about such ghost stories.
If it weren't for his background, Wang Ruoshan would have slapped him.
How old is he, and he's still dreaming?
"Wang Ruoshan, the truth behind this event is not as simple as you think."
Wu Haoyu's face turned red with excitement.
"Wu Haoyu, I treat you as a brother, but if you keep treating me like an idiot, I might have to hit you."
Wang Ruoshan's face darkened, and the atmosphere became tense.
Several beautiful women fluttered their eyes and hurriedly persuaded them.
"Big brothers, we're all here to have fun, no need to sulk."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Wu Haoyu, what you're talking about is from a movie—kids can tell the difference between movies and reality. How can you not tell?"
Wu Haoyu felt embarrassed by their criticisms.
