Yun Chujiu felt that the strange grass in her Dantian was like a ticking time bomb. Sooner or later, it would kill her.
If she did not get it out, sooner or later, she would become its nourishment.
However, if she got rid of it, perhaps she would become a mummy!
It was a dead end no matter how she thought about it!
Even the gigolo could not find the origin of this strange grass. Could it be that she could only wait for death?
Fortunately, Yun Chujiu was an optimistic and open-minded person. After a moment of melancholy, she pulled herself together. "Damn it! Even the heavenly lightning can't kill me! I'm not afraid of some grass! There will always be a way!"
Just as Yun Chujiu was cheering herself up, her stomach began to growl.
Yun Chujiu was laughing to herself!
Damn it! She had drunk so much water, yet she was still hungry! Where did all the water go?!
