Weifu Military Base, next to the runway of the airport.
An Overlord Transport Aircraft slowly came to a steady halt, and two "human" shadows passed through the open cargo door.
Wearing an expression that seemed drained of all emotion, Xiaoyu's sub-entity listlessly performed a sighing motion.
"Yii-mmm... (Not tasty.)"
Understanding the message conveyed by that sound, Falling Feather couldn't help laughing and crying as he said,
"They were never meant to be food in the first place... Make sure you don't eat them, okay?"
Three days earlier, the Manager had suddenly wholesaled a thousand biological prosthetic bodies from Xiaoyu.
Although this bit of biomass to Xiaoyu, who inherited the Lair from Qingquan City, amounted to nothing more than dandruff, the little guy had some complaints about the users of the biological prosthetics.
In its own words, those guys were quite boring; many people sharing one big brain.
Moreover.
