After chasing away Li Yuanhao, Su Mo found a secluded spot and sat down.
He took out a Professional Simulation Scroll glowing with white light from his waist.
He looked at the thing repeatedly, brought it to his mouth several times, but didn't know where to start.
You might as well be meant to be eaten with the way you look.
If you tasted a bit better, I wouldn't complain.
But you, with your rotted wood mixed with worn cloth taste, how am I supposed to eat this?
After giving himself half an hour of psychological counseling, Su Mo closed his eyes and took a fierce bite forward.
[Crunch]
The taste of rotted wood mixed with worn cloth remained unchanged.
Suppressing the urge to retch and the impulse to spit it out several times, Su Mo still managed to swallow it.
Two minutes later, the Simulation Scroll in his hand had been completely eaten by Su Mo.
Honestly, Su Mo really wanted to ask—how do people without such good teeth like his eat this?
