Stealing someone else's barbecue is not a big deal, but if word spreads about it, it won't sound good!

Xia Jie took a step halfway up the mountain and reached Shui Yuanzi. He waved his long arms gently and smiled at Mutu: "Where do these barbecues come from?"

Mutu angrily said: "He stole from the table of the noble sea priest!"

Xia Jie said "Oh" and asked in surprise: "Then, where does the barbecue on the tables of the Ocean Priests come from?"

The honest Mutu shouted honestly: "It was sent by the people from your witch palace. We are guests, and you provide food and wine. Isn't this the proper etiquette between the two countries? But this damn thief...

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"No, no, no!" Xia Jie shook his head gently. He looked at Mutu very sincerely and said with a smile: "Mr. Mutu, this Mr. Shui Yuanzi is the chief priest of our country's palace. He has a noble status.

Since your ocean priest's status is more noble, how could he be a thief? It's just that the servants of our witch temple mistakenly delivered the barbecue that originally belonged to him to your table. I think this is the only answer! The Great Sacrifice Wine

Sir, he just took something that originally belonged to him."

The lightsaber in Mutu's hand fell to the ground with a clang. Akatsuki almost fell off the roof. Only Shiro and Sui Yuanzi danced and cheered loudly at the same time for such a quibble.

.Basically speaking, Shui Yuanzi at this time is not much different from Bai Ya in terms of IQ.

Mutu hurriedly picked up his lightsaber, and the ghost witch had appeared from his side like a ghost. With a touch of death and chill, the ghost shaman said in a low voice: "Tonight, the stars in the sky will return to their positions, and the hidden stars will be activated.

Island protection formation, please bring out the primitive witch staff."

The whole body was wrapped in the witch robe, floating erratically three feet above the ground. The somewhat tattered witch robe was fluttering in the wind. This outfit of the ghost witch was really a bit scary. In his eyes

The pale green will-o'-the-wisp flashed and suddenly approached Mutu: "Tell your priests, tonight...if you don't have the strength to control the original witch staff, you will all die!"

Like a death note from hell, the ghost witch's words were filled with a bone-chilling chill. Mutu's body swayed a few times, and he retreated hastily only to realize that thin black ice had formed on his hair.

He no longer cared about chasing Shui Yuanzi, and hurriedly grabbed the individual artillery piece he had thrown aside, and ran towards the palace where they were staying.

In the distance, at the main entrance of a palace, Guangchengzi looked up at the white clouds in the sky and said in a deep voice: "Tonight, the killing will begin. The witch will disappear and the Dao will flourish, starting from tonight!"
Chapter completed!