Yun chujiu thought to herself that it would be best if she could stall for time without making a move. After all, she still cherished her life very much.
Thinking of this, she said arrogantly to the golden-masked man, “Do you know what my Natal Spiritual Beast Is? Let it out to scare you to death!”
The golden-masked man really did not know what Hei Xinjiu’s natal spiritual beast was. He curled his lips and said, “What kind of powerful Natal Spiritual Beast Can a trash like you have? !”
Yun chujiu straightened her back and said arrogantly, “I’ll let you see it now. Stand still and don’t scare you to death!”
Yuan Ji, who was standing behind her, was speechless. Scared to death? It was more like your Gouwei Bacao would make people laugh to death!
Then, Hei Xinjiu transformed into Gouwei Bacao.
The golden-masked man and the people behind him looked at the huge purple gouwei Bacao in confusion. What the hell was this? !
This was... Gouwei Bacao?