C89 Mental Demons Caused by Dog Tail Grass

"Awoo!" Qing Luo laid on the ground and shouted, "It hurts your grandpa!"

"Little guy, what are you doing here?" The old voice echoed in the air. "Let me guess what you want."

"Sob, sob, sob." Qing Luo, who was still fine, could not help but cry when he heard the hoarse voice in the air. "Your voice sounds like... like a man-eating flower that I used to raise. Sob, sob, sob. When it cried