"This kasaya is stolen?"
Lin Heng had a strange expression, could this be a family tradition of the Black Bear Spirit?
Why does everyone love stealing kasayas...
Wait!
Lin Heng's face suddenly darkened, and he said irritably:
"I, Daoist, have lived a life of integrity, how could I be the same as you petty thieves?"
Seeing the Daoist in front of him filled with righteous armor, the Black Bear Spirit hurriedly explained: "Daoist, please don't misunderstand, that's not what I meant."
"I mean, Daoist, you can't stand that group of bald donkeys."
"Coincidentally, I can't stand them either!"
"As the sages have said, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, so we can get along quite well..."
The Black Bear Spirit rubbed his hands and smiled sheepishly, his expression full of nervousness beneath his silly grin.
After all, he had just witnessed the decisive and ruthless methods of the Daoist.
