One has to admit, whether she's a witch or a green tea girl, she can still provide emotional value.
In every aspect, she brings joy to both body and mind.
It was the fourteenth day since Mo Jiao's failed transformation into a dragon; the night was dark and the wind fierce, perfect time for killing.
The young man and his group had already tracked down a group of beggars. Zhi Nu confirmed they were part of the Beggar Gang disciples who joined the Demon Cult, the Net Clothes Sect. In other words, they were the leaders of beggars, managing a large group of junior beggars, sending them out to beg while they stayed home enjoying tributes.
Because they didn't need to beg themselves, they wore clean clothes and didn't need to dress pitifully to elicit sympathy.
The Beggar Gang's hideout was quite dilapidated.
The young man stretched his muscles and looked at the Unrepentant Monk beside him, saying, "Monk, let me handle this in a moment."
