Chapter 115 Idol

It was at this critical moment that the fat man took one step ahead of me and lifted Boss Sun up like a monkey.

It is said that a wolf has a head of copper and claws of iron but a waist of persimmon. The roughness of the wolf has the same purpose, and the head is as hard as an iron lump.

There was a muffled sound as it hit the bronze tripod hard.

The Shaguang pounced on the air, and the red eyes above his pointed mouth were so angry that they were about to pop out.

Before it could attack again, I saw the right opportunity and extinguished the two red lights with one shot.

Boss Sun, who was still in shock, was breathing heavily, holding his ankle with his hand, digging his five toes in, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

"Duck, goose, mountain, persimmon...five, Amitabha, luckily not one is missing! It's really God's blessing..."

"It's better to worship me than to worship Buddha. God bless you, it's the fat man who bless yo