"Hey~Hey~ Come back to your senses!"

"Where is this? I returned to the bosom of Allah...... Yes~~~! Why are you still a damn Chinese strip? ”

Regarding the question of the little leader, Zhou Daguan said nonsense in a regretful tone: "No way, just now an old man who claimed to be Muhammad floated through the sky, and he told me that it is not yet the time for you to go home, so that you can play with me for a while longer." ”

"Humph! Nonsense! Why haven't I died after swallowing so much poison? Hey? Why is there no wound on my tongue or head? ”

"Only now did you find out? In my hands, master, do you want to die? It's not that simple! ”

"Yes......" When he was wondering why he didn't die, and even the wound on his tongue had healed, the little leader suddenly found that the cold behind his back had also disappeared, which meant that his body could move!

"Since I'm not dead, then you should die!"