"Wait, why are you going back to the mountain with me? Can grass continue to live in the mountains? " Shangye pinches the old monk's wrist and ignores his age and physical condition.

"Ye, come on, let go!" Grass stopped him in a hurry.

Shang ye said a little, but he still didn't let go of him. This old monk, he wanted to teach a lesson well. He had never had a chance before, and he should make clear what he should say today.

"no, I can't guarantee her death, but I can try to prolong her life!" The old monk let Shangye catch him. Yuanshu has already grabbed Shangye...