"Dead people still eat."

"Yup."

"Will you make friends?"

"of course."

"…"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, the dead don't fall in love - at least not with the living."

"Oh, all right."

The king breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a little rude again, and hurriedly ordered the attendants on the left and right to pour wine for Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode picked up the cup and touched it with the king, and continued to devour it.

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