"???"

The Clay Bodhisattva looked at the blood-red Bodhisattva, astonished and confused. All his guesses were overturned. He really couldn't figure out the reason why Liao Wenjie caught him, so he couldn't help but look at him with doubts.

"This is rations. If you eat Blood Bodhi, you don't need to eat anymore."

"..."

Who the hell asked you this!

Also, how can something as precious as the Blood Bodhi be eaten casually? You know... you know...

How much rice can one Blood Bodhi be exchanged for?

Nie Feng sniffed the fragrance in the air and stood beside him, jumping up and down anxiously. As a warrior and owner of the mad demon bloodline, his body was full of desire for Blood Bodhi.

But his reserve prevented him from speaking. He could only look envious and swallow dryly.

In fact, Blood Bodhi has no fragrance, and the rare thing is the most precious thing. This is the smell that Nie Feng made up on his own.

But for some life forms, due to different structures, Blood Bodhi has a real smell that can be smelled from miles away.
Chapter completed!