"Stinking man, bastard, stinking egg, big jerk!"
Following a poke from Mofeng, an angry and deeply aggrieved voice drifted out from the Myriad Dao Primordial Sword Tomb floating in front of him.
Looking at the poker-like object trembling continuously before him, and listening to the extremely excited, angry, and resentful voice coming from within it, the corners of Mofeng's mouth twitched repeatedly.
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