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Fang Qi felt that there was no need to get used to this kind of "advantage" in his age who came out to do his best.

Besides, for ordinary monks, unless they are seriously injured, what is the difference between older and younger?

Those older monks theoretically have higher cultivation, stronger combat effectiveness, and higher perseverance...

How could it be like this one in front of me, who is more energetic than Fang Qi, and his speech is buzzing, and there is no wound on his body, as if something is wrong with his body?

Besides, you can't talk properly or what?

A female monk rested there for a while, and you were arguing and swearing, what do you mean?

Is it to occupy a seat, or to play hooligans for the public?

You can't be soft when dealing with this kind of guy.

"Get out of the way! If the old man bumps into each other, it will never end with you!"

The old man with gray beard was so angry that his beard turned up, and his eyes were fixed on Fang Qi, gloomy.

"No problem, if you break your leg or your foot, I'll pay for your medical expenses the whole way."

"Of course, if you accidentally die, I will also buy you a good coffin!"

"Look at how lucky you are. When you meet a kind person like me, don't you cry with excitement?"

"Tsk... please let me out, don't block the view of labor and management!"

Fang Qi waved his hands in disgust.

"What kind of tutor are you? Didn't your parents teach you to respect the elderly? Get the hell out of here!"

The old man with the gray beard was so angry that he looked like he wanted to do something.

"I only respect old people who are worthy of respect. For an immortal like you, in fact, I want to kick you down even more!"

"You should be lucky, I don't want to see blood today, otherwise, if you touched one of your hands just now, I will cut off your hand!"

Fang Qi shrugged, and glanced at the old man in front of him, with murderous intent in his eyes.

The old man with the gray beard wanted to make a move at first, but after feeling the powerful aura of Fang Qi, he immediately hesitated.

Swallowing, just about to say a harsh word, seeing Fang Qi's vicious gaze, he ran away in desperation.

"Come and sit down."

Fang Qi waved at the young female monk, and took a closer look. She was pretty cute, with delicate features, and a little blush on her face. She was looking down at Fang Qi with her head down at the moment.

"Thank...thank you..."

"When did you become so kind? It's not like you..."

"Aren't you reluctant to see someone's good-looking parents? Pity the fragrance and cherish the jade? Tsk tsk tsk...I didn't expect you to be so Fang Qi!"

"Men are all big pig's hooves, but our little radish heads are better, pure and cute, and fun..."

Pei Yin hugged the little radish head, and although she didn't say anything, anyone could hear the strong smell of vinegar.

Fang Qi was a little lost in thought, with a look of calm on his face.

He's not a Madonna, and he doesn't bother to do Madonna things.

It's just that the little girl just now... is a bit like Xiaoyi.

Speaking of which...he hasn't been back for a long time...

I don't know if they are doing well... and his utopia, and I don't know how it is developing.

Utopia, for Fang Qi, is more like a spiritual sustenance, allowing him to draw the blueprint of his dreams without any restraint.

free? just? harmonious? friendly?

A level playing field, a fair competition mechanism, and build a united force together.

When encountering difficulties, we can work together to advance together, and when encountering opportunities, we must work together to win-win.