"Maybe the martial artist has fainted. How about we take a look?"
He did what he said. The pig-nosed monk slowly stuck his head out and saw that the yard was empty. He was wondering.
Suddenly, a shadow like a small mountain suddenly pressed down from above his head and wrapped him up.
"Snap!"
The pig-nosed monk was sweating profusely and shouted "Sir, please spare my life!" while quickly taking out a life-saving weapon from his arms.
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