Xiao Baiyun saw Gouwei Bacao’s expression as if it was about to... ascend to heaven and could not help but feel uneasy. What was going on? Why was this dead grass so happy?
According to its understanding of this dead grass, its happiness was based on the pain of others. Could it be that it was about to die?
Thinking of this, it urged anxiously:
“What did you guess? Quickly tell me, Will he kill me?”
Gouwei Bacao’s beautiful dream was interrupted and it was a little unhappy. It wrote, “Remember to call me boss in the future, or else I won’t have time to talk to you!”
Xiao Baiyun almost fainted from anger, but she still wrote reluctantly, “Boss, quickly tell me, I was worried to death!”
Gouwei Bacao only felt that the word “Boss”was extremely familiar, and even Xiao Baiyun became more pleasing to the eye.
It took a while before it slowly wrote, “Since my great-grandfather did not kill you, then it means that you still have the value of living.