Chapter 1849: An Old Mud Pill
In the blood of crimson red, a faint streak of brown flows through, indicating an impure Golden Winged Roc lineage, with many impurities in the offering, unable to inherit the Golden Winged Roc clan’s ancestral memory.
The Great Elder softly spoke to Little Taotie about the Golden Winged Roc, mentioning that the wings of the Golden Winged Roc can cure all poisons.
Little Taotie hesitated for a moment, wrapped the mud pill with a leaf, ran to the Ninth Elder, and in a soft, childlike voice said, "Ninth Elder, eat it while it’s hot. If it detoxifies, everyone will be happy. If it deceives us and you don’t feel better after eating chicken wings and the mud pill, I’ll make sure it eats my fist!"
The Golden Winged Roc inexplicably let out a sigh of relief.
Getting beaten didn’t seem like a big deal at all.
Better than having someone tickle the soles of its feet.
Little Taotie put away the golden feather: "This is my trophy; the others are too, but I’m leaving them with you for now. I’ll come find you when I need them."
Little Taotie asked, "If I get poked by a feather, will the worm flow into the bloodstream?"
Ninth Elder: "...Was I really poisoned with Gu?"
The Golden Winged Roc, resigned to its fate, explained with a defeated look, "I’m not good at Gu refining, so the level of the Gu insect isn’t high, it should be fine."
The Ninth Elder couldn’t accept swallowing an Old Mud Pill.
If she hadn’t seen it, it would have been one thing, but she personally witnessed the production process.
After much fussing, they finally made the Ninth Elder take the Old Mud Pill.
The Ninth Elder leaned against the mountain wall and vomited.
There was only gastric acid left to throw up.
Halfway through vomiting, he felt something stuck in his throat, thinking it was a bone accidentally swallowed when eating the Roc wings, but when it was completely expelled, he realized it was a Pearl.
When the Pearl was "released," the golden feathers began to shake, like they saw their desired person.
The feather and the Pearl merged, becoming a golden Pearl filled with endless power.
The Golden Winged Roc saw her overjoyed, tauntingly said, "Take a good look under the sunlight, see if it’s an egg."
Under the sunlight, the cuticle turned transparent.
Within the transparency, something black seemed to emerge, Little Taotie pinched it, only to find it was nothing, remembering now, working in the car!
"This chicken wing is so big, I can’t finish it! Will you have some?"
Golden Winged Roc: "Don’t want to eat."
"Your stomach is growling."
Golden Winged Roc: "Might be protesting, are you hungry?"
Little Taotie took a few bites, and the item in hand began to shrink.
Moreover, it consciously grew bigger or smaller, switching freely.
Little Taotie clearly pursed her lips, her gaze falling on the Golden Winged Roc’s other arm.
"Can’t eat anymore!" the Golden Winged Roc wailed.
Little Taotie withdrew her gaze, but her eyes occasionally glanced at the Golden Winged Roc, as if waiting for the right moment to act.
The Ninth Elder was on the verge of ascending, her steps unsteady, "Big brother, when do we head back?"
"Let’s go now!"
The Golden Winged Roc dared not block the way, but among the hidden figures, someone still thought it was because the Golden Winged Roc was too weak, not because Little Beast Bai Bai was too strong.
After all, this Little Beast Bai Bai seemed entirely harmless, like a pet young girls raise for fun and show.
"Snatch!" someone shouted.
Little Taotie had no time to react; everything in her hand was snatched away.
Little Taotie clenched her fist, punching forward. But she hit empty air.