I Know the Color of Your Underwear Too

Black, in the eyes of an Earth Deity Priest, was undoubtedly a negative emotion. Most of the time, it represented sorrow, fear, and resentment. So the homeroom teacher leading the Pure Cultivation Class from another school had a big problem.

"A'da!"

At the middle-aged man in charge of guarding the gate's command, the Mastiff quickly stepped forward. Its two Big Eyeballs sized up the people about to enter the school from head to toe. At the same time, its nose kept sniffing, judging whether they posed any danger.

"Awooo~~~"

Before long, it turned back and barked at the middle-aged man.

"You may go in."

As his words fell, he opened the electric retractable gate and let them through.

He Zhao, who had been crouching the whole time, watched them walk farther and farther away out of the corner of his eye.

Inwardly, he silently memorized the appearance and features of the homeroom teacher from the other school.

He tilted his neck and looked back, wanting to check the time displayed on the Electronic Clock hanging inside the reception room, only to see a shocking sight.

The hardworking middle-aged man's fiery red color, which represented Bufa Temple's Family Branch, had somehow become stained with a smear of gloomy black.

"???"

"!!!"

No way. You thick-browed, big-eyed bastard, even you had betrayed them too?

He had never expected that among the moles, there would actually be someone guarding the gate.

It really wasn't Zhang Song and the others' fault for behaving like bugs. A guy sent to watch the gate—one could imagine how much trust he enjoyed.

The person they trusted most had chosen to defect.

The school falling, the Ten-Stage Bodhisattva running rampant—it was understandable.

"Slurp—" "Slurp—"

His thoughts were brutally interrupted by a scarlet, warm tongue. The Mastiff, whose body