Facing those eyes that seemed to see through everything, the young monk felt a bit flustered and feigned ignorance, saying: "Amitabha, this poor monk doesn't understand what the benefactor is talking about..."
Clang——
Chen Mo didn't say much, lightly pushed the blade with his thumb, revealing an inch of cold gleaming steel.
"Hey hey, wait a moment!"
Seeing that he was about to get serious, the young monk couldn't keep up the act.
With both hands forming a spell, a fog surged around him, his outer appearance seemed to shed like a skin, revealing his true form.
Satin-like black hair was tied up with a gold pin, eyebrows slanted elegantly towards the temples, eyes narrow and charming, nose delicate and high, lips full and naturally red.
