Nangong Yi casually tossed the dead monk onto the couch, deeming it filthy, and wiped his hand on the bed curtains.
At this moment, he suddenly heard a creaking sound from the floor in front of the bed. Fixing his gaze, he saw a ground panel being slowly pushed aside, and a human head emerged, standing upright. In the darkness, the person mistook Nangong Yi for the original monk, and whispered: "Good brother, are you tired? How about I take your place for a while?"
Following that, another person emerged, saying: "I can take over too. Otherwise, brother, you can rest for a while, and we can entertain ourselves for a bit. Once you've rested, we'll let you have it again!"
Hearing this, Nangong Yi grew so angry that his eyeballs turned red. The thought of so many lewd monks coveting his Madam made it impossible for him to control his emotions.
He let out a cold smile, concentrating a surge of inner strength in his palm, and struck fiercely at the two men.
"Bang——"
