The inborn talent to become a monk? What a disgusting thought! I shouldn't mind the words of a child, but better knock on wood just in case! Anyway, it is only a few strands of hair, a couple of days later, I can grow them again!
After puking in his imagination, Song Shuhang used all his strength to flick the small monk's head.
The small monk covered his forehead, his eyes tearing up. His stern little face looked as though he felt wronged—he was clearly speaking from his heart, so why did his head get flicked? Senior Brother Shuhang was being unreasonable!
"Whoosh, whoosh~" Another gush of sea breeze blew over, and Song Shuhang felt his head become clear and refreshed—it was a rather odd fresh feeling that made it hard for him to adapt.
