"You taught me this, and you still ask me?"

"I never taught you this."

"But I'm using what you taught me, and I'm going to teach you exactly the same thing? Is this necessary?"

When Old Man Wang thought about it, he thought so.

But for the same paper-man technique, the gap is too big.

In the end, after struggling for a long time, Lin Mo tried to persuade him, but Old Wang could only accept the reality.

All of a sudden, the smoke from the pipe and pot no longer smelled good, and I lost the interest in chatting. I squatted in the corner, feeling melancholy.

The old man is autistic!

Lin Mo is of course the complete opposite.

At first, he thought that his paper man was just a decoration. Who knew he was so powerful that he could imitate the opponent, not only his appearance, but also his methods.

This is so awesome.

At this moment, the fake old man Wang over there suddenly emitted a burst of black energy, and then turned into a paper man the size of a palm, floating on the ground.

There is no aura left on it.

"Is there a time limit?" Lin Mo responded immediately.
Chapter completed!