At a stone table in the courtyard sat the old Taoist Priest Zhang Zidao.
He toyed with something resembling a root in his hand, "In this peaceful and prosperous age, who would have thought that such evil creatures still exist."
"My... my clothes, my pants," Xiao Shenshen pouted, her watery large eyes fixed on that root-like thing.
I gently patted Xiao Shenshen on the back, just about to utter some comforting words.
Beichen, who came out from the kitchen, delivered an unexpected sarcastic blow, "It's a pity they already belong to someone else."
His indifferent face was practically emblazoned with the words "Face the reality."
"Wuu~" Xiao Shenshen buried her face in my chest, letting out a suppressed whimper.
My mouth twitched, hardly believing this was something Beichen would do, "Why are you bullying Shenshen, too?"
"Different standpoints," Beichen replied in a measured tone.
So, the men of Yu Longting's group are supposed to gang up on a little kid?
