"There are eleven under heaven, there's no mistake about that!"
The crowd was confused, could you be any more fake?
That person is already over a hundred years old, you should have done your homework if you wanted to disguise yourself.
"Are you my great uncle?"
As soon as Chu He said this, he wanted to slap himself, thinking it would be better to keep it to himself, wouldn't saying it out loud just be slapping his own face?
"My dear grandson, aren't you going to come over and kowtow to your grandfather?"
Su Sheng initially did not know that this so-called Number Eleven was a person from the Heavenly Sword Sect, but now that it was clear, it just so happened that his porcelain bottle still contained the Body Devouring Poison, which seemed like it could now be used.
"You dare take advantage of me, who are you really, too cowardly to show your true face?"
