But just as her hand reached out, she remembered the meat and rice she had seen in the courtyard and immediately lost all appetite.
"Forget it, I'm not eating; I have no appetite."
Right now, she couldn't stomach anything; everything looked like human flesh to her!
"Then have an apple."
Sui Zimo didn't press her to eat the pastries and took out another apple to hand over to her.
No matter what, she had to eat something; otherwise, how would she have the strength to deal with the people of the Demon Clan here?
"Don't think about those things. Just think of this as a mission, a virtual mission," he said to her.
Upon hearing this, Lin Caisang took a deep breath and nodded.
Yes, this is a mission, a virtual mission. All that human flesh, it's all virtual, right?
Comforting herself with this thought, she reached out and took the apple, 'crunch'—she took a bite.
"This apple is really sweet, Brother Molian, you should eat... who's there!"
"Who is it!"
