The Taste of Amniotic Fluid Wasn't Bad

Greasy fat rolled back and forth over Li Ziran's lips. A drop of juice accidentally flowed out, and his slender tongue suddenly curled, sweeping the scant liquid from his chin into his mouth. Through the slight gap between his lips gleamed an eerie emerald green, within which something tender yellow seemed to squirm, like a worm's intestines.

That intestine rolled methodically through the gaps between his teeth, inch by inch.

"Ugh... ugh..."

Anfuni had already been trying to restrain herself, but when she saw the tiny intestines swaying in that thick juice, her stomach still churned beyond control. Slumped on the ground, she vomited without stop.

Even Baron could barely endure it. He had seen people with bizarre appetites before, but never anyone who enjoyed it so thoroughly. Li Ziran's tightly shut eyes and the occasional "mm-hmm" sounds all showed just how much he relished that worm.

Indeed, Li Ziran was enjoying himself.

At that moment, at least seventy scents were crashing through his mouth. Apart from the more familiar three primary elements—water, earth, and fire—the rest were all strange odors.

From the perspective of fine food, he did not like any of those flavors. But since clashing with Bowente, this was the first time he had seized even a little initiative. These scents were Bowente's tail, and he intended to memorize them bit by bit.

The strange chewing sounds continued for half a quarter-hour before stopping. Only when his tongue no longer felt anything did Li Ziran open his eyes. Now, the worm's more than seventy flavors had been completely imprinted in his mind.

It had to be said that aside from the flavors of the elements themselves, this worm was practically a lump of cow dung.

"Bleurgh!"

A burst of retching jolted Li Ziran awake from the worm's