"ah!"
in the room, the shadow girl was rolling on the ground in pain. the colorful and protruding veins on her face spread from her neck to her chest, and finally to her limbs.
the psychic snow ginseng had never seen its little master in such a state before. it was so scared that it hid in the little rabbit's arms and shivered.
the little rabbit patted its shoulder while covering its eyes with its other little paw.
it couldn't stand it anymore.
especially after 15 minutes of wailing, the unrestrained shadow woman, whose body was swollen, began to emit a rancid smell. it was even more nauseating than the dark corners of 21st ghost street.
"this yama's soup is really overbearing ..."
it was bai wushang's first time making such a recipe, and it was also his first time giving it to an extraordinary creature.
the introduction of the function on the surface was not as straightforward as seeing it with one's own eyes.
