"Okay." Daoist Jiao touched his big bald head, and walked in front of the middle-aged man with a smile. Wu Yan and the others subconsciously wanted to back away, but found that they had been blown away by a fairy spirit at some point. Locked, no matter how they stimulate the aura in their bodies, they can't move at all

Next, everyone saw that Master Jiao patted the middle-aged man's head lightly, and a dazed spirit came out of it, and before the spirit could react, he was tightly held by Master Jiao .

"squeak"