Seeing Zhu Xiaoming using his mouth just for a toilet, the Iron Blood Sect disciple had no choice but to give it to him.
Murong watched as Zhu Xiaoming took away the toilet, cleaning it inch by inch, his eyes turned green, and even his hair started to drift green.
Why does this feel like his own woman was taken away, and he was watching her get cleaned by someone else?
At this moment, he felt that all the cleaned toilets were his women, only to be taken away and washed clean.
Damn it!
For a moment, Murong felt a strong sense of uncontrollable bitterness in his heart, the Sword Intent of "This Hatred Endless Knife" was climbing furiously.
At this point, Duan Yun, who had just come out from the restroom, slapped him on the shoulder and asked: "What are you doing?"
Murong was startled awake and said: "Nothing, just suddenly felt like practicing my sword technique."
Duan Yun reminded him: "You are Mu Dehua now, don't blow your cover."
Murong nodded: "Got it!"
