"The only fly in the ointment..."
Zuo Xiaoduo rummaged through his Space Ring. "Why didn't Principal Ye think to pack me a few cases of beer... Oh well, I'll drink this instead..."
He took out a bottle of Hundred-Year Plum Blossom Drunk. All set!
Little Dragon watched from beside him, drool dripping down. Unfortunately, he was only a phantom; even with delicious food before him, he had no chance to enjoy it and could only fret helplessly.
In a rare display of generosity, Zuo Xiaoduo flicked out a drop of Fortune Points. Little Dragon caught it with a somersault, then immediately lay down to one side, moaning with a dazed look in his eyes...
Little Dragon had contributed a great deal along the way. Without his efforts, Zuo Xiaoduo could never have reaped such a harvest!
Since he had rendered meritorious service, how could Zuo Xiaoduo treat him poorly?
The fragrance spread, refreshing the heart and soul. Zuo Xiaoduo alternated mouthfuls of roast meat with wine, feasting to his heart's content, his happiness reaching the heavens.
This is simply... the life of an immortal...
Zuo Xiaoduo thought contentedly.
"Ah, I'm still being hunted... So many assassins are waiting outside to kill me. I'm scared to death. Better have a drink and a skewer of meat to settle my nerves."
Zuo Xiaoduo casually scooped up the marrow and ate it in two mouthfuls. Smacking his lips, he found it had a particularly distinctive, delicate fragrance.
"Good stuff."
He took a bite of meat. The centipede meat was unexpectedly tender beyond belief. When Zuo Xiaoduo took his first bite, he nearly swallowed his tongue along with it.
"It's so fragrant! So delicious!"
Zuo Xiaoduo considered how enjoying something this good all by himself would really be squandering a heavenly treasure.
He had