Qin Yu pats his head, slightly scolding yet affectionate, and uses Sound Transmission: "No manners, Senior Huang Pao is a monk, how can you eat meat."
But despite saying this, she takes out a plate of dried meat.
Jiaojiao grabs half with a claw, and the other claw is about to grab the other half... but it's gone.
Taken by Taoist Huang Pao's thick short finger.
Jiaojiao: "???"
Stop!
Jiaojiao quickly presses his hand down with a claw.
"You're a monk!"
Taoist Huang Pao: "I'm not, who said I'm a monk?"
Jiaojiao: "You're bald!"
Taoist Huang Pao: "I was just born with sparse hair, as I cultivated, the higher the cultivation, the shinier the scalp, what can I do, but I truly am not a monk."
Inherited receded hairline?
But Jiaojiao still held down his hand firmly, stating, "I think you are."
Taoist Huang Pao: "I'm really not!"
Jiaojiao: "You are!"
Taoist Huang Pao: "I..."
This damn fat cat.
