The Disciple Lost His Temper Again

I heard from Master that I was a lonely evil star in my life. Before I was full moon, I was wrapped in a rag and abandoned by my mother at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain. If Master hadn't been addicted to alcohol that day and walked along the stone road with green watermelon at the foot of the mountain with a wine gourd, I don't know if I would have been picked up by a wolf and torn to pieces in the next moment. The master was probably not prepared to take me in, but my crying echoed in the empty valley. The old man got tired of hearing it, so he single-handedly picked up my swaddling clothes on his shoulder, and went down the mountain to buy wine while swinging his precious wine gourd. The master is a Taoist priest who drinks meat and wine, and the tavern at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain has long regarded him as a regular customer. That day, I saw a baby that was neither crying nor fussing on his cold sword. I was shocked, and then I laughed again: "Taoist Priest, why did you bring a baby to drink today? Could it be that you picked it up on the road?" Improper skin attack × warm and cute in the early stage and affectionate affection in the later stage Intention: