Hearing Xuan Jie's shout, Ye Xuan looked at the place where the old monk was sitting.

After the other party was buried, the things under him were also revealed.

It turned out that the old monk had been sitting on top of a package, and the wide monk's robe directly covered the package.

Ye Xuan fantasized that an old monk had been sitting on the package, and he didn't know how many days and nights.

Suddenly I didn't want to touch the package.

It doesn't matter if you're a monk or not.

It doesn't matter if you have a scent on your body or not.

should be disgusted, I, Ye Xuan, dislike it too.

Ye Xuan squatted next to the package, and then picked the package open with the branch in his hand.

A letter inside was revealed.

Ye Xuan: ......

This high monk is high

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