"It makes sense to hear you say that!"

After listening to the analysis of the man of the Heavenly Fist Sect surnamed Zhou, the pupils of the real person of the head of the Golden Immortal Sect shrank, his eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but bow his head slightly, and muttered in his mouth.

"Ho ho ...... Knife...... Give me ...... Knife ......"

Just as he was muttering, not far away, the red-haired ape suddenly stopped playing with the big iron pestle, and turned to speak, making a somewhat sluggish and lame human voice.

At the same time, it's one-fingered

"I Have a Crematorium" 117, a knife is hitting the hand, please wait a moment,

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