This was what Ming Shu saw when she arrived.
Du Qin almost lost his balance, but he was holding the doll tightly in his hand.
“Xun Yi!”
“What are you doing here!”
“Xun Yi, what are you doing!”
The Taoist priests cried out in surprise. Before the people inside turned around, the Taoist priests behind them were forced to make way.
Ming Shu forced a path open and asked calmly, “What are you doing?”
“Xun Yi, this is a matter of our Taoism. You should mind your own business!”
A Taoist priest stood out and shouted.
Ming Shu looked at du Qin, who was about to lose his balance, and announced in a low voice, “I’m sorry, that’s My Man.”
“So...”
She paused and suddenly smiled. “Do you think I should mind my own business or not?”
Almost at the same time as her voice fell, Ming Shu threw something out.
The Taoist priests hadn’t recovered from her words and their bodies instinctively defended themselves.
