Yumia put on a tight-fitting female one-piece dress that the elves had woven out of vines, and put on a green leaf cloak.
"I have to scrape some of the skin off my feet."
She sat on a small bench in the forest tribe, and the beautiful girl instantly turned into a foot-scratching man. She lifted a foot with both hands, bent down, and sniffed it with her snow-white nose. damn! This foot was completely useless, it was really f * cking painful to the eyes! This is my own resistance. If others smell it, what will they do?"
She picked up a small knife and gently scraped the skin off her foot.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"
She gritted her teeth in pain and let out a clear and melodious sound. as expected, after I transformed, I felt pain. Previously, I had a special ability to eliminate pain and kept scraping my own species as seasoning. In the end, I'm suffering now. If I had known that it would hurt ... I don't think I'm a seasoning anymore."
Hualala!
