Du Yu spoke up, "She doesn't want me to get close, I can't negotiate with her, you two give it a try."
Lin Shiwei looked at the little nun in monk attire and suggested, "Let Mengnan go."
"Hmm?" Li Mengnan turned her head to look at Lin Shiwei.
Lin Shiwei smiled. Given the temperament of this alms bowl, the fated one it's seeking could never be herself.
In fact, for this unique ancient spiritual artifact, "fated ones" in this world are very, very rare.
It just so happens that Li Mengnan might be one of them.
Encouraged by the looks from her second brother and third sister, Li Mengnan urged her deer forward, curiously looking at the young nun.
The girl had a very friendly attitude, "Hello there?"
The petite young nun tried hard to look up, gazing at the girl riding the beautiful immortal deer.
Sweet face, clear eyes, and that bright smile.
Helped by the fairy-like posture of the Snow Deer Yiren, Li Mengnan's beauty even reached the level of "wonderful."
