Ji Nuan took out the potion crafted from the Beast God Fruit Skin and enhancing herbs, carefully opened the porcelain bottle, and the unique fragrance of the Beast God Fruit Skin instantly wafted through the beach.
Recognizing the familiar aroma, the Ferocious Crocodile immediately turned its large head, eyeing the porcelain bottle in Ji Nuan's hand with a greedy look.
To it, this scent was all too familiar. The last time, during the annual gathering of those orcs, it had ambushed a tribe on the way and accidentally swallowed a milky white fruit, which had the same scent.
Moreover, its strength had increased significantly at once. So, was the little female orc holding that kind of fruit?
How come it doesn't quite look like it.
Seeing its interest, Ji Nuan turned around, walked over to a tree, picked a large leaf and placed it on the sand, then poured some of the liquid from the porcelain bottle onto it.
Then she pulled Xiu Yan back a bit: "Why don't you give it a taste."
