Thirty Years East of the River, Thirty Years West of the River, Thirty Years North of the River, Thirty Years and I Still Can't Take It

Watching the weapon suddenly appear in Shān Qīng Daoist's hand, Lin Li blinked innocently.

System, System, let me ask you something. Can Soul Wall block damage that originates from the body and reaches the soul?

It seemed he was about to set sail.

But it was fine. He had heard that people recalled their whole lives when jumping off buildings. Even if he really got beaten into amnesia, he could just jump off a building and solve the problem.

"Huh? No, haha, I accidentally made the wrong shape."

Seeing that Lin Li had noticed, Shān Qīng Daoist waved his hand. The Spiked Club turned back into an old man's cane, which he used to scratch his back as he laughed.

Lin Li: ""

Old geezer, you'd better have made the wrong shape.

But since it had already been exposed, Lin Li simply spoke frankly. He took out his phone, handed it to Shān Qīng Daoist, and said directly:

"But Grandpa... if you want to watch it, just watch it. Don't ask Bu Fan either. Even if he could break the law, he still wouldn't be able to find it for you, because you never downloaded it onto your phone in the first place.

"I didn't think you'd really be curious about this.

"But it's fine. I have some on my phone, and you can watch them now. Here—anything I was willing to keep despite it taking up storage is something I personally consider high-quality. You should be satisfied."

It really was no big deal.

What was wrong with watching porn? What decent person didn't watch porn? If you didn't watch porn, were you even a decent person?

Watching porn was a base and vulgar act.

Besides, Shān Qīng Daoist had always seemed like an old child at heart to Lin