The eight masters turned their eyes and looked at the water ghost.

"you you you……"

Before the water ghost could move, an inappropriate voice appeared from the side.

The eight deities were familiar with the confusion and looked sideways.

But he saw a one-armed, lame old man who had been knocked back to his original shape by the Holy Emperor's breath. At this time, his face was red with excitement.

He put all his fingers into his mouth, clamped his legs tightly, and kept jumping up and down, acting like a little girl.

Looking at the idol, the old man's old eyes widened even more like bright light bulbs, glowing with fanaticism, and white gas began to appear on his scalp.

"You, you, you..." Xiu Yuanke was too excited to say complete words.

"?" Bazun raised his eyebrows.

"I, I, I..." Xiu Yuanke almost fainted on the spot.

"..."

Bazun took a long breath, looked deeply at the stranger, and then turned to look at Cenjou Fu and the water ghost.
Chapter completed!