"Coming in hot like that."
Glarus wasn't that type of person, but he still said, "But man, I'm getting too old for this excitement."
"You can handle it, who are we to each other."
So, under his uncle's coaxing, Glarus entered the luxurious bathhouse specially prepared for him by Gonnia.
Then, there was no then.
The screams like a pig being slaughtered echoed to the skies.
"Holy shit, for real?"
On the other side, Bailuo was utterly astonished: "You, sir, must have practiced divination many times already, right?"
"It's just messing around, testing the waters," the uncle said: "I didn't expect it to be so easy."
Bailuo: "You hit me right in the feels, uncle."
"So who is that guy, Aunt Motis's brother?"
Bailuo had never met Glarus, and he was always cautious.
Even with acquaintances' relatives, Bailuo would not let his guard down.
After all, after so many years, who knew if Glarus's heart was still with the Yatun Clan.
"You can really trust this person."