Su Li glanced at the Great King of Numinous Power, who was playing dead, after the women from the village barged in.
"Not dead, but close to it."
Ms. Yan frowned, "Such a big fish, how did it end up here?"
Su Li nudged the Golden Fish Spirit with her foot, "Isn't this the River God you were looking for?"
With just a touch, the tip of her cloth shoe was stained with some mucus, and Su Li maliciously scraped her shoe on the ground several times.
Suddenly, she remembered that the flower had pierced a hole in the fish's body earlier, wasn't that...?
Su Li's gaze slowly shifted to the flower in her arms, seeing the blood-colored Xiao Hua looking weak, pitiful, and helpless, its petals trembling....
After staring for a while, Su Li still couldn't bring herself to throw the flower away.
Things with a bit of origin always have a bit of privilege.
