On this day, the miserable Mo Zhifeng became one of the drowned ghosts.
When he opened his eyes again, he was a pretty good-for-nothing boy in the world of cultivation.
He doesn't know how to refine weapons. He can't make alchemy.
But he has an invincible treasure basin. With the treasure basin in his hand, I have the world. Bring in the elixir, bring in the spiritual mineral.
A man also wanted to come in, but he disagreed.
He never expected that this man wanted to make him lay eggs. Rolling his eyes, he is not a chicken, so he refuses decisively.
Serious theater:
Mo Zhifeng shouted, "Shui Luohan, stop."
The man opposite looked expressionless, "Who are you? Do I know you?"
Sweat dripping from your forehead, the beast puts on clothes and becomes the deity?
With an iceberg face, you seem to have an uneven face, and your face is full of peach blossoms. You don't know why the flowers are so red.
Funny theater:
Shui Luohan: "Little Feng'er, be good and open the door."
Mo Zhifeng "Don't open, don't open, don't open, the iceberg is coming in."
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