The Great Devouring

The madame was over forty, her face plastered with thick rouge. The cloying perfume she wore was almost overpowering, and her expression, a ghastly mask of death, made people recoil in disgust. She stood before Liu WuXie, shouting and gesticulating wildly.,"No need, I'll cover the expenses of the loss myself.",He was covered in dust, his clothes tattered, looking like a beggar. Xu Yilin told him to go back and clean up first.。