Zhao Wuji, the old gangster in the soul master world, is not a good person.
Even though these little monsters always annoy him, he can only teach his own brats a lesson himself. Anyone who dares to interfere must be tired of living.
Zhao Wuji, who had not yet released his martial spirit, was not tall, but very strong. He had his muscular arms wrapped around his chest and smiled awkwardly, "You have to look at the owner before you beat a dog. How dare you, an old B@st@ard, lay down your hand on my student in front of me?"
Dai Mubai: "...?" Teacher Zhao, it's fine if you just scold the other party, but why do you have to bring your own people along?
"You..." Ye Zhiqiu was so furious that the coldness emanating from his body became even more intense. He said no more and strode towards Zhao Wuji with a fierce momentum.
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