"Child, don't worry, rest first," the woman smiled and said.
"Mother is not hungry."
"It's okay," Gu Muyu smiled back and went to the kitchen.
A very rundown kitchen.
She set up the pot to cook, boiling some thin porridge.
Once the rice was cooked, she served it into three bowls, one of which she brought to her mother.
Another bowl she took to her own room.
She looked at the young man still unconscious.
One hand pried open Xu Zimei's jaw while the other carefully spoon-fed the porridge into his mouth.
...
At this moment, Xu Zimei was actually aware of all these things.
He also knew about the situation outside.
It's just that the refinement of the Heavenly Punishment Divine Pupil had reached a critical moment.
Moreover, if he really was in danger, Bai Meng would take action immediately.
In the True Fate World, storms raged, with endless tempests swirling.
The Myriad Demons Tribe in the northern part of the Divine Continent had been thoroughly established.
