With a glance at the still bustling Nacha Tribe, Meng Zhuo was puzzled, "I wonder if Nakula was also involved in this matter."
Ji Nuan, however, laughed a little, "This matter should be directed at me."
She wrapped the remaining fruit in a large leaf and set it aside, her voice tinted with a hint of coldness.
Meng Zhuo was taken aback, "How come? This fruit was sent to our Monte Tribe."
Ji Nuan looked at him, "Didn't you bring it to me? If I had actually eaten this fruit, your Monte Tribe would probably be in trouble."
Namila, the female, looked bold and dauntless, but harbored such malicious intentions. And why had this fruit become like this was still a mystery to Ji Nuan, as she could not detect any scent of poisonous plants on it.
"It's a worm," a cool voice came from the side, causing Ji Nuan and Meng Zhuo to turn their heads and look at Kun.
