Holy shit!
This is too much!
What are those three weaklings doing? !
Xiao Mogu had a weird-looking mushroom with a spiritual potato wrapped around each of its mycelium. That little girl was also holding two spiritual potatoes in her hands. That ugly bird was the most outrageous, actually using its head to prod a spiritual potato!
This... could it be that this yun was going to roast the spiritual potatoes for them? !
Damn it! It was really too detestable! Chop them to death! Chop them into dregs!
At this moment, Xiao Mogu and Xiao Heiniao’s hearts were on the verge of collapse. They did not want to do it, but they could not withstand the pressure from their black-hearted master. They could only be forced to serve as the grills.
Just as Wu Yun was feeling extremely angry, he saw the dirty little girl below him muttering softly, “Could this piece of Wu Yun be a stupid piece of cloud? Why isn’t it chopping us? Isn’t it very tired to raise its hands? !”
