Observing the aged ‘ninety year old’ Taitish in her dying state, Sheyan took off her veil and covered his eyes with great anguish. Then, he stripped off his pants and pounced forth.
Sighing, he lamented. "Forget it, saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-floor pagoda. Let this old one inject her what a dosage of milky white nourishment cardiac stimulant!"
A candle flame flickered and was finally blown out. Half an hour later, Taitish stood up with reinvigorated spirits.
Oh no, why did I release the unabridged edition!
(Author’s note: This paragraph is purely for entertainment, for readers to bang their head against the wall for 10 seconds. Haha, this chapter will be 3,300 words, forget about this nonsense, it isn’t counted, hoho.)
(ED: Dude, what. What.)
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