The lofty words that were originally quite flattering changed completely after they came out of the mouth of the young man in white, and they seemed to be very meaningless.

The young man in white sighed, curled his lips, and said to himself: "Brother Aliang, you think this is okay, but I really can't."

The young man in white sighed again and again, and stood up again, "Forget it, I won't play anymore, I'll just do my own business."

Then he turned his head and looked at a deserted place and said: "How dare you imitate other people's chivalry and righteousness if you are so talented? Do you really think you are A Liang? Now it's okay, your soul is gone, the lights are flickering, if you don't touch

I, who am proficient in the art of the soul, don’t even know where you are as a lonely ghost at the moment. The sun will not be visible tomorrow, and it depends on whether there is smoke coming out of your ancestral graves, so why bother?"

After the young man in white lifted his butt from the threshold, he pointed at everyone in front of him, "To be honest, in my eyes, everyone here is an ant."

There was silence.

The young man asked: "Don't you believe it?"

After a moment, the wine glass in the man's hand suddenly shattered.

In the entire Dashui Mansion, there was only the God of Jiangshui. Behind the young man in white, there seemed to be a statue of a saint several feet tall. The aura of awe filled the sky and the earth. The statue stood on the altar, overlooking the living beings and ants at his feet.

The green-robed man's lips trembled.

Eleventh floor?
Chapter completed!