I know I have heart disease, but I didn't die from it...
The unlucky and trustworthy Xia Anbi was dragged away by the old nigger. When he opened his eyes, he saw a young monk with delicate features.
Before he could look at it for a moment, Fan Wujiu dragged a woman with a different look and waved his hand: "Dayu smash, Dayu smash, uncle gave you the wrong person."
The young monk slowly opened his eyes and opened his thin lips: "Uncle Fan, the poor monk's name is Daoqing."
"Pfft" Xia Anbi laughed unkindly from the side. Both of them looked at her, and then she coughed and straightened her face.
Xia Anbi's eyes flickered: "Please~ shouldn't you give me some compensation?"
Dao Qing: "..."
Purpose: I am very confident, but I also want to record my unlucky life.
