C287 Good Luck

"No, it's not me. It's really not me!" Lu Zhirou completely panicked.

She had clearly arranged everything.

She even had the paper person secretly steal Lu Qi's hair and burn it.

Logically speaking, the wisp of black gas that Master Lunkong used the spirit butterfly to separate should be pointing at Lu Qi.

Why... Why would it be pointing at her?

Lu Zhirou did not understand.

Of course