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...
"Guoguo. In a while, Senior White and I will have to make a trip outside. You stay here and obediently look after the house. Once I’m back, I’ll bring you to the hospital, okay?" Song Shuhang squeezed the rest of the bread into his mouth and said.
If these were normal flight lessons, he would have brought Guoguo along. But these were lessons with Senior White. He wasn’t so heartless to let an innocent kid suffer.
The small monk patted his chest and said with confidence, "Sure. Nothing will happen to the house under my watch."
Song Shuhang nodded. Then, he shot a glance at Doudou who was watching the news on the computer. He felt a bit relieved.
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After breakfast, Song Shuhang started to practice as usual. After a few rounds of the ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯, half an hour was already gone.
At this time, someone rang the doorbell.