Mianmian felt the gaze of the little spirit and instinctively held her breath.
The little spirit won't say she hadn't eaten enough and let her continue eating, would it? If she did, she might burst her belly and die. If she died like that, even if she became an elixir, it would probably be a poisonous one, right? Maybe it would poison the big bad snake to death?
Would that be considered revenge?
Mianmian thought of these things just to keep herself from being afraid of dying. After all, she had been captured into the Divine Farmer's Cauldron; she had tried her best and even accidentally discovered the spirit within the artifact.
Just as Mianmian could hardly maintain her smiling face, the little spirit patted her belly, "Alright, you pass, little friend. At least your constitution is quite similar to his."
