C827 You Can Call Me Red Cloud Patriarch!

"Hehe, that girl must have mistaken me for someone else!" Wu Xiaoming casually waved his sword Qi.

The white cloud that was wrapped around Sunn Wukong immediately dissipated.

"Human Emperor, you want me to be unable to eat in the future! You almost cut off my mouth!"

Sunn Wukong grumbled as he covered his mouth with both hands