Outside the Holy Infant Temple, a few people on the street whispered to each other.
Lin Qiye sat on a tree by the road, speechless.
"Fortunately, I sent Lonemoon away just now. Otherwise, if she heard this, I'm afraid I would be in trouble."
After this incident, Lin Qiye had a deep understanding of the power of words.
Lonemoon merely hugged him, but now, it had become a forbidden story unsuitable for children!
However, what he did not expect was that someone would give an in-depth analysis of these groundless matters.
"Although Lord Holy Infant is a Holy Spirit, who said that love can only be possessed by mortals? It's obvious that Lord Fox Immortal and he are in love. There's no problem at all for them to do something!"
"That's right. Although most immortal spirits are abstinent, Lord Holy Infant is extraordinary at first glance! In my opinion, this is what great freedom is, much better than those fake Immortals in the Buddhist temple!"