Tang Rao took out six cans of beer from the Space Ring, three for himself, and three for Daoist Qi Yun.
"I'm treating you much better than Kuzhu and the others."
Kuzhu and Ku Song only got one can each, while Daoist Qi Yun got three.
Such a luxurious standard.
"It's not impossible to drink this beer; I just want to know if you're part of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple's plans?"
Tang Rao promised Ku Song at the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple not to talk about their old affairs.
He promised Ku Song, but he didn't promise not to discuss it with the temple's top leaders, right?
Daoist Qi Yun's hand trembled as he pulled the tab.
"What are you talking about?"
Tang Rao chuckled.
"Nothing much, it's just that I'm running low on this beer."
He snatched the beer away.
There was no beer left on the table, only a few solitary peanut shells.
"Tang, you're being unfair."
Daoist Qi Yun reached out to grab what Tang Rao was holding but Tang Rao dodged.
