"Hahaha..."
The Little Monk laughed so much that his eyes couldn't be seen. His hands were hammering on the ground.
Mu Zixi couldn't help but laugh as well. She covered her mouth and laughed softly.
Xu Xiaoshou was the only one who couldn't laugh at all.
As Yu Zhiwen told this story, why did it feel like everything was related to him?
The Eighth Sword Deity, the Sword Bearer of the Burial Sword Tomb, You Yuan Buddha, and Kui Leihan who suppressed everyone...
So, unknowingly, he had already known so many amazing seniors?
Fortunately, he had not offended all of them.
Otherwise, the days that followed would be a little difficult to bear.
He temporarily let go of these emotions. For a time, the stressed Xu Xiaoshou found it hard to listen to any stories.
He had a premonition.
If he continued to develop like this...
He might not only have to go against Red Coat.
