Taotie Restaurant…
It was the name of the branch restaurant in the Valley of Gluttony.
Bu Fang was too lazy to think of a name. Anyway, in this entire Valley of Gluttony, no one dared to use the name Taotie Restaurant. Although no one dared to do that, it didn't mean Bu Fang wouldn't.
Rubbing the black and white bandage on his arm, Bu Fang beamed.
Well, since he had two Taoties tied to his arm, what about using the name Taotie Restaurant? Who would dare to challenge it?
Clasping his hands, his Vermillion Robe slightly fluttered.
The sunlight bathed Bu Fang, making him feel warm and comfortable.
As time ticked by, the temperature became lower. Autumn would soon welcome winter.
The wind brought moisture to the air and occasionally brought with it dry, withered leaves.
