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Hearing Wu Jiu's words, the monk glared at Wu Jiu with his bell-like eyes. "You old shameless bastard. Sooner or later, I will tear your shell apart and stew a pot of turtle soup. You old bastard!"

However, Wu Jiu looked at the monk with disdain and said, "With just you?" Even on the day of your death, you won't be able to harm a single hair on my head. "Sigh