"How can I protect you for the rest of my life?" He frowned, somewhat hating that iron cannot become steel.
"Can't you?" Fu Huan looked at him with a calm gaze, and the mandala on his forehead swayed under the moonlight: "Didn't you just say that the life span of a mortal is as short as a mayfly compared to that of an immortal? Then it must be just a blink of an eye to protect me for the rest of my life."
"... You!"... How come you are so sharp-tongued and sharp-tongued in this life? Are you trying to make up for the shortcomings of your previous life?
"I'll come see you in two days," that's all! He turned around, not wanting to argue with her anymore: "If you can't practice the water control spell anymore, copy the Sakyamuni Sutra twenty times." After that, he disappeared.
"Damn!" Fu Huan threw the cup at the place where he disappeared. Runyu, who was already invisible, dodged to the side. Seeing her furious look, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he returned to heaven with satisfaction to continue criticizing the book.