Quanxin ate while saying, "Master, he doesn't mind, just let me eat, and I can live a few more years."
"You talk as if you're dying, but you're just greedy," Bai Ruozhu said irritably.
"I really might die; Heavenly and Earthly Spirits are often the most fragile, slowly dissipating without spiritual energy and opportunities," Quanxin said.
Little Dengdeng pinched it from the side, "No lying, your nose will grow if you lie."
Quanxin almost burst into laughter; it's Quanxin, it doesn't have a nose.
"I didn't lie, really didn't."
Xiaoxiao also spoke, "Sister, it's true what it says, let it eat, it's really okay."
Bai Ruozhu pulled Little Dengdeng to his side, peering down the cracked opening below, it was dark, vaguely revealing a mass of writhing gray-white flesh.
Xiaoxiao extended some pieces of flesh, as if it were his hand.
"Can I touch Dengdeng? He feels comfortable to me," he asked Bai Ruozhu.
