Little Loach was eating at the bottom of the water, chewing each bite with gritted teeth and grinding it fiercely.
It's all your fault!
But your taste is barely acceptable.
Sigh, I still want to eat my delicious food, wuwuwu, I am so disappointed and wronged.
The huge demon beast, along with the medicinal power of the strange grass it had eaten before, all went into Little Loach's belly. Even though Little Loach was eating and digesting with all its might, the creature was just too big. It could be said that this was the fullest Little Loach had been, aside from the time it ate that strange plant.
After eating - it became round like a ball - lazily lying at the bottom of the water, it didn't even want to move its whiskers.
Owen Bertram sensed his younger brother's condition and attached his soul to take a look, then sighed helplessly: Why not split this into two meals?
