At the front door of Zizhu Garden, two Taoist nuns were there, whispering something, but looking at the sour appearance, it seems that there is some pleasure in misfortune, as if someone is going to be unlucky?

"Sister, you said Chen Jiu would be scraped alive by the teacher last night. That wine bag and meal bag is a self-destructive way!" A Taoist aunt gritted her teeth and cut her teeth.

"He can't get rid of hatred without scraping. He just has a few stinky money. He thinks that he has coaxed the superficial bitch of the butterfly. Son, can he coax the master?" Another Taoist aunt drinks and hates...