Linglong: "…Am I talking about the eating problem?"
Little Poison: "Then what problem are you talking about?"
Linglong: "I'm talking about the problem of speaking!"
Little Poison: "I don't want to speak, I just want to eat."
Linglong was exasperated: "Did you grow a mouth just to eat?"
Little Poison nodded with confidence: "Yeah!"
Linglong: "…"
She realized.
Such a brainless type is simply her nemesis!
The Taotie, chained like a dog beside them, was getting a headache from their bickering.
It lifted its blood-red vertical pupils, filled with tear stains, and silently watched the two, slowly moved away, trying to distance itself.
It lay on the ground, resting its head on its front paws, its eyes vacant, showing a very human-like bewilderment on its long ugly face.
It couldn't understand.
Since ancient times, Taotie has been a Divine Beast.
No matter where it goes, countless people swarm around, competing to worship it.
How did it change in this generation?
