C222 Chapter 222

Create glanced at Liang Jing. “One I know. What about the other?”

Wu Xiaogang patted his chest and struck a smug, puffed-up pose.

Create didn’t hold back. “Something that eats ghosts all day has the nerve to tell me you’re a priest?”

Wu Xiaogang blew up on the spot. “Let me say it again: yeah