This was revolting!
Li Ziran had eaten plenty of things in his life. Especially after gaining the Hellhound's tongue, he had to try many things in order to obtain elements.
For example, Spatial Crystals—hard enough to shatter old teeth—or whale flesh and blood, though that had been in the form of the Devouring Serpent.
But honestly, this stone slurry looked a little like slug mucus. The longer he looked, the more alike they seemed. Before it even entered his mouth, his stomach was already rebelling.
Perhaps he could just muddle through it. After all, the robot had already absorbed it, and the Black Dragon might not notice.
But muddling through was not Li Ziran's style. Since he had decided to give it a try, he could not handle it carelessly.
This was a matter of attitude.
He squeezed his eyes shut and slowly adjusted his mindset—or, more precisely, anesthetized himself.
He had to imagine this stuff as something nicer, like leftover noodle broth or milk tea boiled down until thick.
The method worked. At least, he managed to squeeze the slug out of his mind before lowering his head to look at the increasingly viscous stone slurry.
Ugh...
He failed.
Every function of his body rejected the disgusting stuff. He could not help glancing outside—stone, gemstones, lava. He had to admit that this seemed to be the only thing that could possibly go into his mouth.
He began licking his lips. He had to make sure he spat it out the instant he tasted it, merely putting on a show.
That would make him feel much better, and his dealings with the Black Dragon would become considerably easier.
At the very least, he understood the rules. He had eaten a little.
He did not use a straw. Instead, he gently