I Am Sick, What Do You Have?

Urban high martial arts + fantasy imagination + many women without masters My name is Li Zhi, and they all say that I am a demon cultivator! Yes, yes, yes! ? "I am obviously from a well-known and upright sect, and I practice the Haoran Righteousness Technique. How dare you slander me as a demon cultivator? I will suck you all dry!" Then thick black gas emerged from behind him, and his face and neck were covered with scarlet lines. He looked up to the sky and roared, as if he was crazy... "My senior brother is mighty. Our senior brother is absolutely upright in the Ming sect, and his cultivation is even more upright and upright. How can it be compared to you and other evil cultivators?" "That's right, senior brother has hated evil all his life, eliminated demons and defended the way, and is a proper guardian of the right path!" The messenger of the evil god is paralyzed. Brother, do you want to see what you look like now? This pure demonic energy is simply unparalleled authentic demonic power. How can you have the nerve to say that you are a righteous monk? ! And his fellow disciples, are they all blind? He himself can't see what he is like now, can't you see it either? A bunch of lunatics! Bang, a policeman slammed the table! "When he comes out of the secret realm, he must be arrested by me. He is definitely the messenger of the evil god! He might have killed his family members. This time I must interrogate him well and interrogate him severely!" "I admit that when I am not sick, I am upright. When I am sick, I am also upright. It's just that my clothes are a little dirty and my magic power is a little dark!" "The old man said that black cats and white cats are good cats when they catch mice. You don't care what color they are!"