Mo Mo lowered his head to look at himself, and his figure was also stunned. He saw that his body was covered with animal hair, and his clothes were in tatters and hanging. He looked really sloppy. Mo Mo suddenly felt ashamed, and Xuanwu's joking eyes were like a handful of gasoline sprinkled on her heart, making her even more angry. She stretched out her hand to cover her chest, and argued with a red face: "If you haven't shaved your legs for three thousand years, you are in vain to be called a mythical beast or an immortal!"
