Sniff
The Fat Wizard drew a deep breath and swallowed very loudly.
"Wanting to eat everything will only get you killed."
Zhang Jixin shook his head helplessly and offered him a warning.
"Did I say anything?"
A little embarrassed and annoyed, the Fat Wizard glared at the Red-faced Male Wizard. Catching the witch's smiling expression out of the corner of his eye, he felt a little relieved and cleared his throat. "Still, our luck wasn't bad. At least there isn't a 'little Jiang Yu' inside... It looks like you're supposed to eat it, right? Meaning you can eat it now or during World Ascension? How thoughtful!"
Gulp
Once again, he swallowed very loudly.
This time, however, the others did not mock him, because the Fat Wizard was not the only one whose Adam's apple had just bobbed. Dylan had even failed to control his two little fangs, which poked out past his lips.
"It really is enticing."
The Vampire Werewolf raised a hand to wipe the corner of his mouth and discreetly retracted his little fangs, without a trace of embarrassment on his face. When that faint fragrance first drifted out, it had been indistinct. At first sniff, it was simply the sweetness of an ordinary peach, only with a hint of coldness, like the Yin energy deep within an ancient castle. Dylan suspected that was what he smelled; the others could probably smell different scents that stirred their own nostalgia.
After that nostalgic scent, the fragrance settled into a mellow warmth, like the rich aroma of old wood, reminding Dylan of his favorite coffin deep within O'Brien's ancient castle. That coffin had been passed down from his great-grandmother's great-grandmother. Its boards had been carved from a single piece of thousand-year-old bogwood, and its interior was lined with seven thick