The people who were casting spells couldn't open their eyes because of this sudden golden light, and they scolded one after another.

Holding his hands high, as if holding up a golden pillar of light, the righteous monk heard the scolding of his colleagues, his face was not red, his breath was not panting, and he scolded back as if he was nothing.

"You know a fart, my Buddha light covers the top, gathering the sun between heaven and earth......

"The Little Husband of the Female President" Chapter 587 Please be the Hulk, right? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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