At Wenren Sheng's home.
"Ah! Those monsters were so disgusting. I'm not eating today," Zhao Han said miserably.
Her Seven-Colored Parrot had taken just one look at the battlefield before being polluted by all those tentacles, mouthparts, and eyeballs.
Even with the Strange Seed's filtering, the psychological disgust still lingered.
"Oh, what a pity. I even made grilled Little Octopus today. The tentacles are really fragrant," Little Illusion added fuel to the fire.
Though she had not said anything, she had watched everything from beginning to end, so naturally she knew why Zhao Han had said that.
"I..." At the thought of an octopus's appearance, Zhao Han's insides churned even more, and she immediately ran for the bathroom.
"Hahaha, you're too weak. Watch me! Today, I'm going to gorge myself on grilled octopus! Tentacles, eyes, mouthparts—all of them are going into my luxurious lunch!" Little Illusion laughed wildly with her hands on her hips, then ran into the kitchen. After a flurry of activity, she brought out dozens of plates of grilled octopus.
"Such a little child has to cook?" Mother Wu, who was visiting in the living room, found the sight a little unbelievable.
"Children need to be taught from a young age," Ouyang Ling said, unsurprised.
"You've taught her so well," Mother Wu said sincerely.
After several dozen days of effort, Sandru finally found five hundred Greater Demons.
The Seven-Colored Parrot spread its wings, and the Demons vanished. In their place appeared a dark red boot that radiated nobility and luxury.
"Wait, the boot seems fine, but why is there only one?" Sandru picked it up and asked in confusion.
"If you want the other one, you'll have to find another five hundred Greater Angels," the Seven-Colored Parrot continued.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Naturally, Sandru was not slapping