Hiss... good, good, good!
Lin Heng was actually an old connoisseur, and even knew to add a little honey.
Then shouldn't it be called drinking honey water?
"You bastard..." Yun Yao flew into shameful rage and thumped him twice.
As Prison Sister, Dugu Yueli expressed that this was far too stimulating.
Although she was relatively pure, she could still understand those strange, odd words in the two's conversation.
Dugu Yueli: "(-＂-*) So when Brother Heng is alone with his dao companion, this is what he's like?"
"He looks a little like he deserves a beating... Mm..."
Little Yueli hugged a flowerpot and silently walked away.
At the same time, elsewhere.
At the small altar of Leshan Buddhist Temple, in the Travel Pavilion hidden in the shadows.
Several women clad in red robes saluted and greeted one another, their bearing and movements no different from the people of the Buddhist Incense Society.
According to Lin Heng's thinking, nuns ought to be bald too, but clearly, these Buddhist cultivators of the Fourth Epoch were not so.
Some of them had not even kept vegetarian precepts, such as abstaining from meat or alcohol.
"How is it! Has that Chen Changqin left the town?" the woman said in an icy tone.
"Reporting to the main altar, Chen Changqin is still in the town. Yesterday, he even went to Flower Garden Winery for a small drink, but... recently, there seem to be a few more people around him."
"Two women and one man. They look like a father bringing along two daughters," the woman with twin ponytails reported truthfully.
From the posture between the two, it was not hard to see that although both were clad in white robes, there was still a vast difference in their status.
This inevitably brought up the issue of