The spore gave off a lustrous rainbow-colored glow and trembled slightly.
Buttface immediately paced back and forth to his original position, feeling pleased with himself. That dead grass was still thinking about Xiao Mogu? Pui! Shameless!
He had helped Xiao Mogu to hide it because he wanted to see the joke of Gouwei Bacao. At that time, Xiao Mogu would grow back into Xiao Mogu. If that dead grass couldn’t recognize it, it would be fun to have a change of heart.
Thinking of this, buttface could not help but laugh. He was really looking forward to it!
Naturally, Hei Xinjiu did not know that buttface still had the guts to lie to her. She thought that the spore was the spore of the colorful and beautiful mushroom.
Early the next morning, when Hei Xinjiu was sleeping soundly, she heard Qian Yan’s sobbing voice from outside the door: