You old rascal!
If the Silver Python could talk, it would definitely want to say this because this monk has been fighting with it for quite some time.
And every time he hits the same spot on its head.
The Silver Python felt a sudden blackout in its mind, and its massive head fell heavily from mid-air, creating a pit in the ground half a person's depth.
"That was refreshing, it was refreshing! I haven't had a fight in a long time; it was too stifling at Shanglin Temple..." Fahai shouted towards the sky.
"Mr. Lin, did you save any good wine for me?"
"Wine? I didn't bring any. That's just alcohol for sterilization!" Lin Miao laughed heartily and explained, "It's not meant for drinking."
"Such good alcohol isn't meant for drinking?" Fahai was taken aback and somewhat disbelief, "No way, you have to give me a bit to taste. It's not satisfying if I don't drink after a fight."
