Especially when he touched his bald head, he only had one thought in his mind:I don't care if I'm on the wrong path, I'll just catch the enemy and burn their bones!
"Pfft." Number four looked at the Taoist priest's face, which was twisted in anger, and sneered, "
"Daoist priest, when did you cut your hair?"
The Daoist priest was a decent man, and this new hairstyle was a pain in his heart.
Number Four's mockery hit him where it hurt, instantly reigniting the anger he had barely suppressed in his heart.
He shifted his gaze from song qingxiao to number four. He decided to kill this talkative number four before killing song qingxiao.
"You're looking for death!" As the Daoist priest spoke, he flicked his wrist, and several ancient coins were caught in his palm.
