This damned little ghost who deserves a thousand cuts...
What is he doing?!
He's actually riding on the Divine Lord's head, even reaching out to dig into the Divine Lord's brain?!
This statue of the Divine Lord is one of the oldest statues in the Great Wilderness.
Usually, he himself bows respectfully, kneels in worship, not daring to desecrate even slightly, not even daring to look directly, but now, this statue of the Divine Lord is being humiliated by Mo Hua riding atop it.
Mr. Tu was so angry his eyes blurred, blood clogged in his chest, almost spurting out. He almost wanted to rush up and tear Mo Hua to pieces to vent his wrath.
But the remaining reasoning restrained his impulse.
This is the Divine Lord's altar, the "forbidden area" of the Divine Lord's birth, he didn't dare to rashly go up, otherwise, it would also be an offense to the Divine Lord.
Mr. Tu took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, but his voice couldn't help but turn hoarse and trembling:
