"Young Master, are we being a bit too brutal?!" After wiping her mouth, a flushed Zhongli Ruoruo asked Ning Xuan.
Just a moment ago, the old wolf had also been roasted! This time, to let Zhongli Ruoruo feast to her heart's content, Ning Xuan had thoughtfully extracted some of its energy. Zhongli Ruoruo had indeed indulged her cravings, but now that she had eaten her fill, the aftereffects were kicking in. As she spoke, her face was burning, and she felt dizzy as she looked at Ning Xuan with misty eyes.
"What? It's nothing." Ning Xuan, lost in thought, glanced at Zhongli Ruoruo and grabbed her wrist to help her "sober up." At the same time, he mumbled to himself, "They say tortoises live for millennia. I wonder how old that one is... It would surely make a great nourishing soup!"
