I am a mushroom, growing leisurely in the mountains.
One day I was beaten by a dangerous hand, and when I opened my eyes, I was on the cutting board of a certain Honmaru.
On the first day, I hid here and there.
The next day, I pretended to be Aboriginal.
On the third day, I was prpr licked by the little tiger.
On the fourth day, I ignored the past grudges and generously restored the luster of the little tiger's fur.
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On the nth day, I returned to the chopping board.
The difference is - a group of people surrounded me.
Later, I became a spiritual examiner.
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Mushroom Fusangshen × Lost Honmaru.
Daily direction.
Intention: Mushroom, but the judge of God
