Amidst the triumphant laugh, Davy Jones' octopus whiskers trembled wildly, and a tiny tentacle protruded from it, hooking a key on an iron ring, and shook it at Xie Zhi, provocatively meaning.

In this regard, Xie Zhi frowned slightly, and then sighed: "What can I say, I have heard it, it is said... the octopus is very smart, or is it that the eyes of the octopus are not good?

Brother, you all know that I have a lot of tricks, did you also say that?

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