Li Mo, the dance teacher, also had a serious look on her face.
"Don't feel pressured, your mental state is important," Fu Qingjun reminded again, "The materials are precious, but we can afford them."
In the pitch-black kitchen.
Yudula felt like she was bleeding inside.
This damned future low-level sorcerer!
Really treated her as an unfeeling breeding machine, crazily proliferating snails...
And she couldn't resist!
After all, snails have no self-awareness, they're raised like domestic pigs, to be sent to slaughter. If she showed any sign of intelligence, she would inevitably be discovered.
"Once I break through to the fourth realm, I'll make you pay," she thought to herself.
After having a midnight snack.
"Life is really comfortable," Fu Qingjun returned to his room, tidied up a bit, and went to sleep.
Over the next few days, Fu Qingjun remained calm and carried on with his usual routine.
The days astonishingly passed by six or seven days.
