In the pitch-black universe, all was silent.
Everyone stared dumbfounded at Xiangxiang; they had not expected the old demon to be so intimidated by a little girl.
"Food God!?" Wang Hao scratched his chin, considering how to exploit Xiangxiang's identity to make a fortune in the universe.
After all, he had paid for Xiangxiang's meals, so he definitely couldn't go easy when it came to reaping the benefits.
"You're a demon beast!? And it looks like a turtle!?" Xiangxiang stared at the old demon, licking her red lips, "Turtle soup must be very nourishing!"
The old demon was terrified, pleading continuously: "Please spare my life, miss. It took me ten thousand years to cultivate into a human form, and then I was sealed on Heavenly Demon Star for thirty thousand years. My turtle life has been utterly miserable, please show mercy!"
