Nian Shutong spread out on a stool in a grand fashion, gazing leisurely upward at the object free-falling from the sky. For a moment, she couldn't make out what it was; was that a stick sticking out?
Fu Yunhe stood up and silently walked behind Nian Shutong, embodying the very nature of an invalid.
On the other side, Rubble calculated the distance and determined he was safe, no need to dodge.
Otherwise, there would definitely be a spot for him behind Nian Shutong.
The three of them, heads tilted back, gazed at the sky.
The unnamed creature was howling as it fell faster and faster, growing larger and larger.
"Boom—"
A freshly tilled patch of soil in front of the small wooden house was smashed into a big crater.
Fu Yunhe: If it's not dead, it's just tougher luck.
Rubble: Well, by the looks of it, it's not as beautiful and smart as Rubble.
Nian Shutong: If it's dead, it can serve as fertilizer; if it's alive... chop it up for fertilizer.
