C470 The Thoughts of the Grass Mud Horse

When the Demonic Beast was captured last time, it seemed defiant, unwilling to submit to anyone. But what was going on now? Could Han Feng have pulled a fast one while all the other spiritual pets were distracted, swapping out their master?

That seemed unlikely. Han Feng's actions were never missed by them. They were acutely aware of his every move, even his eating and bathroom habits