Cultivation Chat Group
One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques. However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed...
Benefactor Cao, you need to be spanked if you lie. Ah~
Redakteur: Kurisu
Luckily, the little rationality he had left prevented Cao Delian from doing something disastrous—he did not switch on the air conditioner again to smell the sleeping gas.
Thereafter, he looked at the small monk’s puzzled face, and forced a laugh saying, "Haha, I thought you were sleeping, so I wanted to carry you out of the car."
...That being said, the small monk’s hand was pretty strong, earlier after he smacked Cao Delian’s wrist, the stinging pain was still there.
"I see." The small monk nodded his head, and smiled brightly, "Thank you Benefactor Cao, but small monk was just chanting scriptures, not sleeping. In the temple, this is the hour to chant scriptures after dinner. Even though I’ve left the temple, I will not fall behind my sutras homework."
"Hehe, hehe." Cao Delian forced a continuous laugh. Seeing how awake the small monk was, he was incessantly depressed. Dammit, the sleeping gas actually did not work?