The vicious bird was enormous. Its broad gray-white back was about the size of a small round table, and its wings stretched an astonishing dozen or more meters across. Even with three people riding on its back, it seemed to carry them with ease.
"This bird's pretty good!" Chen Shouyi said, lightly patting its back.
The God of Conspiracy couldn't quite figure out what he meant. With a fawning smile, he said, "Why don't I... give it to you?"
Li Wenwu couldn't bear to look at that swollen, bruised face, still struggling to smile ingratiatingly. Afraid he might laugh, he turned his wooden face away.
Chen Shouyi couldn't help feeling tempted.
But it wouldn't be easy to raise. A bird this big must have an enormous appetite. Who knew how much it would have to eat each day? If he ever forgot to feed it, and it started eating people, that would be a terrible crime. Besides, if he kept it in the city, the anti-aircraft guns would shoot it down in no time.
Forget it.
It would be more trouble than it was worth.
Shell Girl was still the best: obedient and cute, and she didn't eat much. A little honey and divine blood were all she needed. "Keep it."
The God of Conspiracy shut his mouth.
The atmosphere fell quiet. From high above, Luoyue Nation looked utterly dilapidated and desolate.
Industry... this country could hardly be said to have any industry at all. At least, Chen Shouyi hadn't seen a single smokestack along the way.
Perhaps he had grown accustomed to the ways of the other world. This God of Bloodshed clearly had no interest whatsoever in developing civilization. Maybe he would only realize the importance of it after a great famine, when the population had plummeted.
Still,