Yun Chujiu was angry and resentful, but she knew that it was useless to be angry now.
She still felt that Wu Yun was not dead. He should only be temporarily restrained.
Her gaze could not help but fall on the three colors of the three-colored cloud. At this moment, the white face was facing up, and the black face was facing down.
Perhaps that thing should be called Xiao Baiyun for the time being. It had the upper hand, so the white face was facing up.
If Xiao Wu Yun seized the initiative, the black face would be facing up.
She could not help but think of the scene of the kittens being possessed by the White Tiger. At that time, it seemed that the White Tiger had the absolute initiative, but later on, it was facing the risk of being devoured by the kittens.
Perhaps Xiao Wu Yun and Xiao Baiyun were in the same situation. She should calm it down now and not provoke it, so that it would not cause any trouble.
Thinking of this, she immediately changed her expression and chuckled:
