Yun Chujiu’s heart tightened. She quickly looked at Gouwei Bacao and saw that the Golden Sanskrit swords were no longer rushing towards Gouwei Bacao’s glabella. Instead, they were shooting towards Gouwei Bacao’s body.
Although Gouwei Bacao jumped up and down to dodge, there were still sharp swords shooting towards its body.
Gouwei Bacao cried loudly as it dodged, “Wu Wu, what kind of sin has this baby done? ! Why isn’t it being cut into a thousand pieces or thousands of arrows piercing through the heart? !”
It really wanted to abandon its so-called moral integrity and return to its Dantian.
However, it also thought that if it retreated to its dantian, it would lose face, but if this stinky girl’s body was destroyed, it would have no place to stay.
Thinking of this, it could only grit its teeth and endure.