"Oh, miss, do you like bathing poor monks so much?" In the face of the torrential meteor shower, Chen Jiuduan started to scream again. At the same time, the Buddha's body was propped up with a golden cover to protect itself.

`Dang Dang...'uuuuuuuuuuuuu Melodious and violent bell sounds, deafening, but the Buddha body is as static as the old tree roots, strong meteor showers hit on the shield, even unable to penetrate this layer of protection, let alone hurt the Buddha body.

"Hum, strong, why don't you scold?" Shui Mu stared at Chen Jiu as a sign of weakness and was very proud of it.

"Haha, scratch. Goods, do you...