Su He turned around and saw Sturdy Master looking at him with a face full of melancholy.
Su He blinked.
Hungry?
He handed over a young deer to the camel.
The camel screeched like a mouse had crawled up its hoof and leaped onto Su He's Turtle Mountain, avoiding the bloody mess of the deer — you couldn't expect a crocodile's prey to be aesthetically pleasing.
It trampled on Su He's Turtle Mountain, snorting resentfully.
But it was probably cursing someone.
"You jerk, you jerk, have you ever seen a camel eat meat?"
Camels couldn't stand such gory sights.
"Not eating it? This one even has improved quality."
Su He finished the young deer in a few bites, opening his mouth to let several silverfish swim between his teeth, cleaning up the leftovers.
Having grown teeth for just over two months, using them was still awkward, as if something was either missing or extra.
The camel stomped its hoof on his back rhythmically, and with the rhythm came its huffing and puffing.
