the old man didn't realize the trouble he had brought to Tang Yu.

he took a flattering step back, like a dog's leg. He licked his face and asked, "Sir, I can stand here!"

"just go back to where you are."

Tang Yu felt that the old man's voice was like a fountain. He rushed to the old man's face and tried to resist the urge to vomit.

"OK All right! "

the old man smiled and returned to his original position.

"I'm not the new disciple of Fenghuo Zun!"

Tang Yu said again, relieved.

"what?"

hearing Tang Yu's words, the old man suddenly blew his hair, and the flattery...