Gouwei Bacao pointed at Ding Wenrou with the grass leaf and shook it. It looked like... a shrew cursing.
Ding Wenrou was so scared that she took a few steps back. Had this thing become a spirit? !
Yun chujiu glared at gouwei Bacao and said, “This is my spiritual beast. It’s absolutely true. I don’t know how I was unlucky enough to conjure such a thing.
“If others knew that my spiritual beast was so weird, they would definitely cause a lot of unnecessary trouble. That’s why I pretended to faint during class.”
Gouwei Bacao heard Yun Chujiu’s tone full of disdain, and it felt a little sour in its heart. Although it wasn’t a real spiritual beast, it had worked hard for this black-hearted girl! ! Why couldn’t it exchange for a good word? !
The baby felt bitter in its heart, and it didn’t say anything.
