The round pot is green, shining, whistling and floating. There is a suspicious pink Chinese-style chest covering hanging on the edge of the pot. The lid of the pot is also shaking and banging with the night wind, and it gives a smug strange smile. "Oh, hehehe, boss, I’m not late. If I hadn’t just stolen it, I would have come earlier if I borrowed a little Chinese-style chest covering!"

What the hell is this, this, this, this, this, this? Don’t say it’s Xu Zhihu. Those dozens of yellow-robed practitioners have seen it completely petrified. Their faces are all shocked […]

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