But this proves a lot of things.

Everything in the world is good and bad.

You cannot generalize everything, and you should not kill it with one stick.

But no matter what, Xu Xian's final conclusion on this matter was only three words.

Sea, air, food.

"Master Haikong, don't worry. Leave this kind of loss of Buddhist face to me, and it will definitely not be spread." Xu Xian patted his shoulder vigorously.

puff.

He swallowed it again without spewing the blood.

Haikong's eyes were already blood-red, but he still held his body and did not fall down. He forced himself to smile:

"Amitabha, that poor... I feel relieved."

"Okay, anyway, things are too urgent now. Why not eat a bite at home and leave?"

Haikong shook his head firmly and said unwillingly:

"No, I have a place to live in Yuhang County and have vegetarian meals. I will go back and have a rest first. Donald, please prepare it, we will set off overnight in the evening."

"I really don't leave any food, I'll ask someone to prepare vegetarian food for you."

Xu Xian refused to let go. He really wanted to have a good relationship with Haokong.

"I really won't keep it...you...you let go."

"I won't let it go. Master Haikong, do you look down on me?"

"Poor... I will warn you once in the end." Haikong's face was a little hideous, as if he would be poisoned if he kept him for dinner.

Xu Xian sighed: "Okay, Master, please walk slowly."

"Amitabha, I'm in contact with the donor at night."

Haikong walked out in a swaying step. After completely away from Xu Xian's doorstep, he sprayed blood at the unmanned alley.

Then.

He rubbed his trembling wrists against his lips, then hid the blood with his sleeves, and slowly left.
Chapter completed!