Traveling through the world of martial arts, Li Mo is determined to shoot down all the masters in the world with the black brick in his hand!
Qiao Feng: "My vision went dark just now... Who knocked me out?"
Xuanci: "Monks don't lie! The bump on the back of my head is from a fall! It's definitely not a sap!"
Wu Yazi: "Did someone come here just now? Why is there a dull pain in the back of my head?"
The sweeping monk: "Little benefactor... You can take all the classics for yourself. If you take another brick, the poor monk will pass away on the spot and show it to you!"
Seeing that the back of the sweeper's head was swollen by more than an inch, Li Mo put away the black bricks angrily.
If we continue shooting, someone will die.
This is not good, not good...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
