The bald headed men rushed out like ants. They did not pay attention even to the guards besides MoQiu, who are broadcasting we are guards from the government with all of their being. The river of baldheads passed by them so fast, the guard captain couldn't even show off his tag. The guards stare after the rushing bald heads with their little uniformly swinging little braids in despair.
The guard captain's face has gone puce.
"After them." He shouted, then the guards rushed after the monks just as uniformly.
MoQiu would have laughed at the comical effect if he wasn't so busy grieving.
"I am sorry, son." his father told him somberly.
MoQiu's eyes are still filled with tears.
"She would have made a great daughter-in-law." his mother told him.
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WHAT !!!??
What the hell? Daughter-in-law?
