"I agree, maybe there is still a chance, don't you?"

"Well……"

"That's right!"

After thinking about it carefully, Yuan Shoucheng understood.

"but……"

Then, he stroked his long beard, a trace of joke flashed in his eyes, and then looked at Maitreya and said:

"It's not easy to get the things back in the hands of that little girl!"

"I heard that Lingji's head is still in her hands. Now he is still running around with his neck naked, so it's so pitiful."

No one knew more about Huangfengling than Yuan Shoucheng, so as he thought about it, he couldn't help but have an arc on the corner of his mouth.

"well--"

Upon hearing this, Maitreya couldn't help but sigh and smile:

"That's worse than me..."

"That's right!"

"At least you just lost something outside of your body, your head is still good, but Lingji lost his head."

"No! No!"

“Hmm?”

“How to say it?”

"A monk, isn't this smelly skin sack also an outsider?"

"You..."

"I can't tell you, but it's different from you bald men. I can't bear to lose my skin!"

“…”
Chapter completed!