"Boo-hoo..." Tossing aside the unfinished chicken claw in his hand, regardless of the greasy mess, the little meatball immediately wailed, covered his face, and lay in Little Monk Bu Jie's arms crying, "Boo-hoo... Pretty sister doesn't want me! Pretty sister doesn't want me! For five years of my life, am I doomed not to get a pretty wife? Boo-hoo... my heart hurts so much..."
Everyone: "..."
Gu Changsheng's mouth twitched a few times, and he was completely stunned!
Everyone looked at the little one crying their heart out in disbelief, momentarily forgetting the big issue of who the Bashu Witch Master's successor would be...
Only Little Monk Bu Jie, with his usual kind and compassionate demeanor, gently patted the little meatball on the back, soothingly saying, "Amitabha, Young Master, do not be distressed. If it is meant to be, it will be. If it is not, do not force it."
"Boo... I don't understand... Waa..." The sobbing little meatball didn't forget to express his bewilderment.
