Gouwei Bacao sensed Yun Chujiu’s thoughts and could not help but scoff. The king of mushrooms?
Ptui!
It should be the weakest among mushrooms!
Xiao Mogu, forget it. It was the one it had fallen in love with, so it did not say anything.
Just that little ladle alone was a weak little chick!
Humph, if it was not for Xiao Mogu’s feelings, it would have been dealt with long ago.
It only knew how to surround Xiao Mogu all day long, almost never leaving its beast pouch. One look and one could tell that it was a coward with no ambition!
Xiao Mogu only cared about old friendships, otherwise, it would definitely choose it, the unrivalled grass hero.
To say the least, Xiao Mogu and that weak chicken had a deterrent effect on ordinary demonic mushrooms, but what was black mushroom?
It was the totem of the Earth tribe, how could it be intimidated by them? !
The little girl with the Black Heart was really smart and muddled for a moment!