Mu Jiao was miserable!
She had just fallen to the ground and was covered in bird droppings. Her clothes were drenched by the saliva of countless phoenixes, and she let out a shrill scream.
Hei Xinjiu, who was hiding in the house to watch the show, felt a slight pain in her conscience. What she did seemed a little... satisfying!
This fellow had always been a vengeful person. Mu Jiao had always been against her, and she had even pushed her out just now. Now that she had suffered, she deserved it!
However, these phoenixes really did not care about hygiene. They either did whatever they wanted or spat. It did not match their snow-white feathers at all.
At this moment, the Little Baldy realized that it had sprayed the wrong target. It hurriedly stopped its companions and continued to make noise.
Just when Hei Xinjiu did not know what to do, Steward Han from the guest house arrived with the people from the crane house.