Everyone in the book forest saw Xuan Wuzi touch the "phantom", and the "phantom" waved his sleeves, and he flew backwards and hit the bookshelf. The big books fell down and buried him on the spot.
The Mo Jing that was originally on the bookshelf also jumped out, pointing at Xuan Wuzi and cursing silently.
No, phantoms won't hurt anyone...
Xuan Wuzi struggled to get up, his face full of desire to die.
This is not an illusion, this is our great-uncle master himself?
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