"Speak, why were you following me?" Mu Qiuniang found this guy's crying somewhat annoying. If it wasn't for wanting to know who sent him, she would have killed him outright.
No matter how the Daoist robed person cried about his innocence, Mu Qiuniang didn't relent.
Moreover, seeing the Daoist robed person refuse to talk, she got angry and directly raised her hand to pull up a barrier, using a silver brush to draw a fleshy cocoon, and stuffed it into his mouth.
The fleshy cocoon could still move.
"Ugh..." The Daoist robed person instantly wanted to vomit, but unfortunately, his limbs were entangled by the thorns of the white rose, making him unable to vomit even if he wanted to.
Feeling the thing in his mouth, it slid directly down his throat into his stomach, and the Daoist robed person felt a surge of terror.
"What did you stuff into my mouth?"
