Right after she woke up, Ou Yang Rong tried to strike up a conversation with her. The girl didn't say a word, only flashing a pair of eyes like autumn water flowing through streams between the space between her knees and slender arms.,Hearing the word “go out,” the emaciated monk seemed to have been fished out from the frigid North Sea, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.,If it weren't for this irrefutable evidence, I almost would have believed the tall tales of that withered monk and the Taoist in his crane-feather cloak.。