After a fight, Chang Liu realized that he was no match for the slimming Taoist priest at all, but on the other hand, the slimming Taoist priest looked calm and at ease.

"Brother Zhuo." Chang Liu shouted to Wu Zhuo who had been watching the battle for a long time.

The Wu Zhu is naturally aware of the situation between the two. Even if they don’t ask for help from a long time, the Wu Zhu Zhu will not stand by and watch.

The green light sword was held in his left hand, and the five turbidities galloped up and said, "Then let's go together."

The slimming Taoist priest was not afraid at all. He fired a bow from side to side, suppressing the attacks of the two of them. For a moment, Wuzhu and Xiaoyou also walked in with the dusty door.

"So this is a ancestral hall for sacrifices," Wu Zhuo looked at the tablets in front of him, remembering what Xiao You said before and asked, "Xiao You, is there anything wrong with this?"

"It's nothing, I'm thinking too much, let's take a break." Xiaoyou brought the door.

Maybe the fantasy city is the fantasy city after all.

It's an illusory place after all.

Xiao You leaned against a large ball of straw and closed her eyes.
Chapter completed!