Buli Dumpling

"Mr. Xu, are you really a Heavenly Master?"
"As genuine as they come, more real than gold!"
"I've heard that your reputation in the supernatural circle is really bad, even to the point where a ghost once called the police saying you were threatening him?"
"Impossible!"
"It wasn't me!"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Xu Yang clenched the Thousand-Year Peachwood Sword in his hand, and said, "What's the name of that ghost? Would you dare to let him confront me face to face?"
(PS: This book is also known as 'This Heavenly Master is too Vicious', 'Scaring Ghosts Makes You Stronger'.)

This Taoist Master is too Frivolous

On the worn-out scroll, ripples began to appear like water waves.


If anyone were to look from the outside at this moment, they would see an additional man on the small boat in the painting.


The tranquil river surface, a small boat in the river, a beautiful woman holding a paper umbrella at the bow of the boat.


Along the riverbank, there was an endless expanse of reeds.


A gentle breeze blew by, causing the reeds to tilt, showcasing a poetic and picturesque scene.


The only downside was the five young men, naked, shivering in the reeds.


He withdrew his gaze and looked at the bow of the boat, only to find the woman holding the paper umbrella was looking at him with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.


Chapter 217: Master, please spare my life!