"Pah! It's not like I'm not paying you, what crap is this!"
In the dimly lit alley, a drunken man staggered forward, cursing as he clutched a bottle of liquor.
"Scorning me for being poor, pah! It's all that damn bitch's fault for quitting and hiding away, haha, you can run from the monk, but not from the temple, I'm telling you!"
Dayong cursed all the way as he walked, suddenly, he saw a tall figure standing in front of him, squinted his eyes and spoke fiercely, "You can't see such a big road? You just have to block my way!"
In the dim light, a pair of extremely cold eyes stared at him, and Dayong shivered, "What are you looking at, be careful I gouge out your eyes!"
The man didn't speak but stepped forward and punched Dayong, knocking him to the ground.
"Ouch, you dare hit me!"
The cursing suddenly turned into wailing.
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Bored at home, Jiang Jiu started organizing her public account, posting some of her articles there.
