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Li Tu was like a chatterbox, either ogling at some hot-bodied female cultivator and commenting on her butt or legs, or suddenly spouting sentimental quotes borrowed from some book.
But it was all a monologue, as Li Xiaoyao didn't engage him at all.
Li Tu didn't find it boring, instead, he grew more and more enthusiastic.
Li Xiaoyao wished he could slap this fly to death just to have some peace and quiet for his ears.
"Kid, if you don't shut up, I will cripple your limbs and throw you into the dense forest to feed the demon beasts," Jiang Lichun said, irritated beyond endurance, an angry impatience rising on his wrinkled face.
"I'm just trying to lighten the mood." Seeing the beast-like ferocious eyes of the two, Li Tu pitifully raised his hands, indicating he would stop talking.
"Not a few people." Finally there, the sight of over a hundred people somewhat surprised Li Xiaoyao.
