In the middle of the night, the monk with a round face also muttered in his heart when he was sent out by others to do errands, but he was still happy on his face, and said to the beautiful female monk in the courtyard:
“The true monarch is harassing, the true monarch is harassing.”
“Wan, this is…”
Zachary Zheng walked to the front of the courtyard and opened the door brighter.
When he saw the fat monk who was neither handsome nor chic standing outside the door, his heart sank, but his face still smiled:
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