"You're steady now—dying would be difficult."
Han Yu looked at Chicken Feather Gall with an odd expression and gently patted his dazed face.
Just a moment ago, as soon as Chicken Feather Gall spat out a mouthful, it turned into a palm-sized white lotus before hitting the ground.
The two of them stared at the fallen white lotus... covered in the gooey substance.
"Have you been feeling hot-headed lately?"
Han Yu's mouth twitched as he asked, and Chicken Feather Gall nodded foolishly.
Can anyone even eat this?
Especially considering it came out from Chicken Feather Gall's mouth, who could even stomach it?
What's there to fear—it's hard to make anyone eat it.
"Can I just not eat it?"
Chicken Feather Gall suddenly looked distressed and cried out. Forget others, even he found it disgusting.
"You decide for yourself!"
Han Yu shivered; convincing him to eat it would be truly heartless. Better to let him decide!
With that thought, Han Yu swiftly dashed away.
