“BURP...”
At the exit of the train station, little cabbage burped contentedly with her round belly.
“It’s so delicious... What kind of meat is this?”
“The meat of the Cuckoo Bird...”Chen Ye replied after a few seconds of silence.
This was the first time he had seen this flower spirit. She did not care about her image when eating compared to the warriors of her clan. She ate the meat pie that was the same size as her head like a little squirrel... ...
Its appetite was really huge...
In their impression, the flower spirit was not like this. Most People’s impression of the flower spirit was that it only drank the dew of the dawn and did not eat the mortal world. It was just like the goddess in the painting where the poop was pink...
Of course, that was an exaggerated metaphor, but at least it was not like this in front of their eyes... ...
