"Xiaolan, come quickly to protect me!"
A white mushroom suddenly sprang from Master Fuli's head and landed on the ground. It uprooted a tea tree and twirled it like a baton, aiming a strike at Ah Qing's forehead, scattering tender green tea leaves everywhere.
"Wow wow wow—"
The white mushroom charged forward aggressively, overwhelming Ah Qing with its momentum.
"......"
Ansheng was full of dark lines on his face, watching as one person and one mushroom treated him like a pillar, enacting a ridiculous King Qin walks around the pillar scene.
"What kind of thing are you conjuring up..."
Ansheng reached out a tiny fox paw, grabbed the mushroom cap of the white mushroom, lifted it up to scrutinize it closely, and asked with a strange expression.
Although the creature in front of him was a mushroom, Ansheng could sense a breath on it akin to his own when examining it.
