Living Paper

A capable person is able to make the shape, a skilled artisan can capture its spirit.

With a piece of paper and a stick of bamboo in his hands, Bai Zhun can not only command an army of thousands but also construct a lofty tower.

Upon their first meeting, Huo ZhenYe knew that Bai Zhun had a bad temper, a delicate body, and an extremely picky palate.

A person who disliked to interact with the living, he had crafted a whole house full of paper dolls to amuse himself.

Bad-tempered? He can coax him.

A delicate body? He can take care of him.

A picky palate? He can get used to it.

The whole house full of paper dolls can also continue to stay, but he, the Seventh Young Master Huo, needs to be added into the picture.

“Look, you are the Seventh Master, and I am also a Seventh Master. We can go places together as a couple!”

“Besides, how can paper dolls be as good as me?”