After he realized his reaction, he couldn't help looking at the crow, took out his knife and axe with both hands, thinking about how to stew this woman a pot of black chicken soup.

"No, slow down..."

The crow dodged backwards: "Look, I said that most of the mountain ghosts are women. I reminded you, and you are not a mother now, just a little bit neutral... Just add a skin-brasive filter!

Besides, don’t you think it’s more likeable to girls now? To be honest, it’s good to go from Gothic style to J-type!”

"Then why do you hide?" Huai Shi asked sinisterly: "Come here, I won't do anything to you..."

"I'm not afraid of what you do to me. Anyway, I'm just a ball of ink and I'm not afraid of you chopping it up."

As he said that, the crow shrank a little further, with a cautious expression: "But you are poisonous now, it is equivalent to a human-shaped source of self-contagion. I have to keep a distance."

"What's the thing?"

Huai Shi lowered her head in shock and looked at her feet.

Just in the grass he gave birth to, at some point, a colorful mushroom had grown out. It looked very pleasant, but when I looked, I felt that the taste must be good and full of appetite.

Bad food.
Chapter completed!