Ruan Ling held the glass bowl in both hands and placed it in front of Gan Die.

Gan Die blinked hard and tried hard to brew. After a long time, she looked helpless: "Sir, I can't cry."

"Or I'll beat you?"

"...Don't." Gan Die waved his hand quickly, showing a firm look on his face, "Don't worry, sir, I'll definitely cry!"

She turned and walked to the window, with a hint of melancholy on her face, and she looked into the distance quietly.

A pair of shimmering eyes seemed to be able to shed crystal tears at any time.

Ruan Ling held the glass bowl and placed it in front of her, not even daring to show off her vigor, for fear of disturbing her emotions.

Time passes by little by little.

Ruan Ling's arms were sore.

She stared at Gan Die's eyes, wishing she could reach out and pick out her tears.

Gan Die sighed softly, withdrew her gaze, and said with a wry smile: "Sir, if you stare at me like this, I can't cry."

"Then I'll go aside, I won't look at you! You can brew slowly by yourself."

Ruan Ling turned around and walked to the table, picked up a pen to write.

After becoming a city god, he was in charge of affairs in the underworld in a county, and there were many complicated things. He wrote about the good and evil of ghosts during his lifetime every day, and wrote regular documents to submit them to the underworld.

Even though Zhiman and the others are helping, it is very busy.

After she finished writing a document, she looked up and saw Gan Die still staring at Liuli Bowl.

"Sir..." Gan Die cried, "I don't know what's wrong, I just can't cry. What should I do?"

Ruan Ling put down her pen, thought for a while, and said, "You just imagine that the person you care about the most has left you."

"Gan Die has no father or mother, no one caring about it."

"Then you imagine you being abandoned by your beloved man!"

"I have always been the only one who abandons men."

"..." Ruan Ling gritted her teeth and stomped her feet, "Then you imagine that your divine character is abolished, your magic disappears, you are wronged, and you are sent to the eighteenth level of hell!"

Gan Die pouted: "Sir, you are too cruel."

"Isn't this an imagination? Think about it quickly."

"..." Gan Die looked up and brewed for a while, and finally sighed, "I still can't cry."

Ruan Ling thought for a while and said, "I think these imaginations have never happened after all. No matter how much you say, you will have no real feelings."

"Yes, sir."

"I have an idea." Ruan Ling smiled maliciously at her, "Do you still remember the last time he was disfigured by He Yun?"

When Gan Die heard this, her face changed immediately.

"Remember," Ruan Ling's finger gently stroked her face, and her voice was low, "A knife passed by, and it was hard on your white and tender skin like snow. The flesh rolled up, the bones were lush, and the blood was seeping out little by little..."

Gan Die's thoughts of the scene at that time, her whole body trembled and her face was pale.

She screamed softly, covered her face with her hands, and cried tremblingly.

Ruan Ling quickly delivered the glass bowl to her.

Tick.

A tear fell into the bowl.

Then another drop.

Tears were like broken strings of pearls, falling into the bowl with a slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight s

"Enough, enough," Ruan Ling held the glass bowl and shouted happily, "Gan Die, stop crying, there are already many!"

However, Gan Die ignored her at all.

She covered her face and cried constantly.

The shadow and fear left to her at that scene was so profound.

For the fox clan who is born beautiful, appearance is what they care about most in their lives.
Chapter completed!