About to Trap the Remnant Soul Again

"Cut the crap and get lost! Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!" After the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, he roared fiercely.

"Uncle, your voice is simply too sonorous and powerful! No wonder you can become a great general. One look and I can tell that you are a person of great ability." Yun Chujiu was still smiling, showing no signs of fear.

Although the middle-aged man felt that this little girl in front of him was a little strange, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Back then, he was also a mighty general. He had heard countless flattering words like this, but ever since he became this remnant soul, he had never heard it again. He did not expect to hear such flattering words again. Moreover, she said it so sincerely. This little girl was more pleasing to the eye than the other trash that passed by.