The little monk was very surprised by the 360-degree transformation of Dao Zhen.

But he's thirsty.

The maximum temperature in Takri during the day can reach 38 degrees, and even cattle and sheep are so hot that they lose their hair.

Dao Zhen poured him half a pot of cold water, and the little monk could be regarded as picking up half his life.

"Donor, you are a warm-hearted person, but why did you want to bomb me away in the first place?"

Dao Zhen nestled on the mat behind the counter, fanning the small pu fan.

"After drinking the water, I'll get you a few more sacs, and you can go back wherever you want."

"This is not where you should be."

Dao Zhen answered the question, I did my own thing, although the tone was strong, but the words were not coarse.

This Takri is not the place for this kind of child.

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