This nun actually has quite tender skin, so delicate that a puff might break it.
"Wu wu~"
Upon seeing the Breaking Precepts Evil Monk, Ming Jing suddenly shouted excitedly, her body began to struggle and twist, and her upturned buttocks kept rubbing against Fang Zhixing's thighs.
The Breaking Precepts Evil Monk lifted his eyelids, his gaze swept across the room, and suddenly landed on Ming Jing.
His facial muscles tensed slightly, his pupils jetting out towering rage.
The hunchbacked elder chuckled, "Breaking Precepts, it's been a long time since we last met, hasn't it?"
The Breaking Precepts Evil Monk glanced sideways, speaking indifferently, "Amitabha, I was wondering who it was; it turns out to be 'Humpback Ghost Blade' Xin Zhanhong."
The hunchbacked elder pointed at the round-faced man and asked, "Do you know who he is?"
The Breaking Precepts Evil Monk replied, "Stop talking in riddles; I'm not one of Qinghe County's locals."