The cruel young man from the previous life pinched her throat and whispered in her ear: "Axi, you can't run away, Axi."
The monk wearing cassocks with a faint smile in front of her was looking at her intently. She thought she had escaped, but she did not expect that the essence of ghosts and immortals is evil. When he, wearing cassocks, held her waist again, he said hoarsely: "Axi, help me."
Intention: Relaxed