Staring at his master's gaze as heavy as the deep sea, Makoto Kyushu nodded slightly.

"......" The old man didn't say anything, just made a cup of tea for Kyushu Cheng and pushed it in front of him.

For some reason, Makoto Kyushu instinctively resisted this cup of tea, and the smell of tea from the cup made him feel sick.

"Master... This tea seems to be rancid. Makoto Kyushu pinched his nose and complained.

"Where is the spoiled talk?"

"Tokyo People Don't Speak of Martial Virtues", 205. Breaking the ring is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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