"Haha, you're quite kind-hearted."
Zhao Tie nodded with satisfaction and brushed off the dust from his body, "I am a Nine-star Martial Master. Not just a wall, even if the ceiling falls, it can't harm me."
"That's good! You're okay, I can leave now."
Liu Junmei breathed a sigh of relief, turning around to escape.
"Stop, you're Tang Ming's friend. Even if you're kind-hearted, I can't let you leave."
Zhao Tie immediately stepped forward and grabbed Liu Junmei, "But don't worry, I absolutely won't harm you."
"Why are you touching me again?"
Liu Junmei complained as she looked at Zhao Tie, "I'm a reincarnation of bad luck, whoever touches me will be unlucky. Be careful of encountering misfortune again."
Hearing this, Zhao Tie laughed out loud, "Little girl, I said I'm a Nine-star Martial Master... Damn it!"
Before Zhao Tie finish speaking, he saw the ceiling, previously affected by Wu Xiaoxia and Zhao Gang's fight, really falling down.
"Boom!"
