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The curled-up devil thought vaguely understood Yu Ziqing's intentions, trembling as it conveyed "understood."
The devil thought was like a dish, a dish for the hungry ghost.
At all times, the hungry ghost was never picky about devil thoughts, without exceptions.
Now as long as Yu Ziqing nodded, Cece could immediately devour the entire devil thought on the spot.
Currently picking through this dish, it was only because Cece was not hungry and rational, needing to choose.
She picked out the parts she found tasty, just like roasted meat sprinkled with mountain pepper powder. The heaviest flavor was actually the aggressiveness within the devil thought, the intent to kill, the desire for destruction and devastation.
And this part was also what Cece found the most delicious.
As these parts were picked and munched as snacks, the power of the devil thought grew weaker and weaker, but the awareness within it became clearer and clearer.
