hat such a monk would also be able to do so.
"this world strength is respected, which hand is not stained with blood, but also talk about what put down the butcher knife, farting!"
the genie disdain for the words of the monks, in this powerful genie, the weak, never have the right to speak, kill, then kill.
the monk was silent, and he bowed his head, as if shaken by the words of the genie.
finally, meditating for a long time, he looked up again, shining in his good-looking eyes.
"in the hands of martial arts, there is indeed filth in their hands. but there's a difference between killing. kill, some kill to save the world, to protect the family and the kingdom to kill, this kind of, all the world to kill. kill, also for the private desire to kill, for greed and kill, this kind of, is the evil ba
ier kill. "
the monk sighed and said.
"is it a measure of the world or a ba
ier to the death of the giver?"
where the demon soldiers had patience to listen to the monk, before waiting for the monks to finish, they rushed over together.
"drink!&