"No, he should be calling you." Ming Ze denied it with an honest face.
Where Ji Jing couldn't see, he swept over with one look and blocked the second sentence "homeowner" of the little Taoist priest.
The little Taoist priest walked to him in a hurry and quickly changed his words: "Zizhu Taoist priest, I'm the liaison of the Taoist Association. Just call me Xu Tian!" I heard that you found the fugitive we were pursuing?"
"Hello," Ji Jing raised her eyebrows and looked at Wei Ming beside him. "Well, where is it?"
"A fugitive? Me? As for whether it's so serious." Wei Ming experienced a great shock, which was a little honest, but he was still dissatisfied with the charge of the Taoist Association.
"Well, what else can it be if you are not a sinner of Taoism in the name of the Taoist Association?" Xu Tian bulged his face and looked very angry. He pulled out a special rope and circled Wei Ming's wrist. "Wait to go to the association to be dealt with!"
