C429 The Charm of Blood Drops

"How do you know I am the white-haired mouse?" The great mouse stared at Nangong Fan vigilantly. "And, am I really that Treasure-Hunting Mouse?"

"You shouldn't be able to speak before, but you happened to eat a Spiritual Grass, right?" Nangong Fan asked.

"Right." The great mouse was silent for a while before it slowly opened its mouth.

"It seems that you have eaten quite a lot of good things