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"Okay, I'll shave!"
Yu Zhilang made a correct decision, at least in the eyes of others, it seemed very correct.
After all, for modern people, shaving their heads is really nothing.
But for ancient people, it was definitely a huge deal!
Yu Zhilang now truly believed that Ji Tianqi was mentally ill. He had just shaved his head, and he spoke out in anger.
"Isn't he hallucinating about the Shaolin Temple in an otherworldly place? And it's the High Martial World, at the foot of the Shaolin Temple's mountain. Isn't he afraid of being beaten to death for offending the monks of the Shaolin Temple like this?"
In the ambulance, Jiang Congshu, looking at Yu Zhilang's shiny bald head, chuckled.
"Monks don't kill, you know."
"..." Yu Zhilang took a deep breath and asked, "So he's not afraid that the monks will lock him up for being so arrogant?"
