"He, he is not!"

Old Chen, who knew Li Da Demon, almost cried out, what kind of fucking wizard?

It’s not a self-proclaimed thing, it’s broken with a sting. If something really happens, it will definitely not be much better than Fatty Yang now.

"no?"

President Liu Jiu widened his eyes, why is it not the case?

"Hi! Not a bragging yet! He gave someone a penny of coins as a talisman, and only those black Africans who lack strings in their minds will take it seriously. What kind of wizard can this be considered a wizard?"

Seeing the paper, the fire was finally unstoppable, and Old Chen finally confessed leniently.

"ah!"

President of the Xiaoxiang Anti-Fethical Superstition Association, Liu Jiu, who was beaten to death, would never have thought that there was this story.

It's really ridiculous!-
Chapter completed!