At first, Yun Chujiu thought that she was hallucinating, but the pain in her scalp reminded her that it was real.
She thought to herself, could it be that the boots spirit had sneaked out from the summit of the Sacred Mountain?
It shouldn’t be. Even though that guy was not interesting, he was still reliable when it came to major matters, so it was impossible for him to sneak back.
Then, the question came. which bastard was it that was pulling her hair?
She deliberately took out the lighting device and looked around, but unfortunately, she found nothing.
Seeing this, Yun Yantian hurriedly asked, “Senior Yun, What’s wrong? What Happened?”
Yun Chujiu didn’t hide it and said in a bad mood, “I don’t know which bastard is pulling my hair secretly. The last time I came in, it was the boot that was dried. I don’t know who did it this time.”