Yun Chujiu was speechless!
This gouwei Bacao was a perfect example of a piece of trash!
She had every reason to suspect that as long as a decent demonic plant appeared, it would be moved by it.
Just as Yun Chujiu was about to scold it, Xiao Mogu’s soft voice came from her spiritual sense:
“Master, Tell Gouwei Bacao that the little demonic mushroom is... a male.”
Instantly, Gouwei Bacao was as quiet as a chicken.
A moment later, Mao Mao Qiu said, “Little Sister Xiao Mogu, Gouwei Bacao asked me to ask you, is it because you love and hate that you said that? Are you deliberately deceiving it?”
Xiao mogu snorted coldly, “Don’t flatter yourself! Even if the Sky Falls and the Earth is split, I would never take a fancy to such a thing.
“What I said is the truth. You Can’t Tell, but as a demonic mushroom, I can tell its gender.
“Whether it believes it or not, if it’s willing to hook up, then it’s fine.”