"I'll give you an extra meal," Luo Xiaolang smiled at Song Zhizhi.
"Aren't you a monk?"
"I don't eat."
"But you are taking a life."
"Our martial arts master says, when your life is threatened, if killing is the only way to protect yourself, choose to kill, the God will be forgiving."
"Really?" Song Zhizhi suddenly felt that Martial Art World was quite down-to-earth.
She had always thought that monks and nuns were a group, who could live long without eating anything, just by drinking Fairy Dew. They were all immortals and Taoist leaders, but in fact, they were also ordinary people.
