Isn't this a foodie?
The best way to deal with foodies is to eat.
Thinking of this, Han Qianqian didn't bother, floating leisurely in the air to avoid the ground spikes, while saying leisurely, "In my birthplace, which is called the destination of eating, anything can be made into extremely delicious food. However, when it comes to the essence, it's the inner workings of the ingredients."
"What intestines, county livers, loin, etc. etc. ...... that are the most beautiful delicacies in the world, ah, the outer skin is rough, only the inner in is protected, is the essence."
"What's the point of gnawing on the rough old flesh on the outside, if I ......"
Boom!
The words have not finished, only to hear a muffled sound, and Han Qianqian just rushed in the entrance, a giant figure frantically tearing, squeezing their own body then struggled to rush in not.
Immediately afterwards, without waiting for Han Qianqian to reflect, this fellow had already desperately started a new round of tearing inside.
Han Qianqian smiled faintly, I knew you could not resist this foodie.
Any foodie, no matter what the need, is extremely resistant to food, and this is the same reason why men are always more likely to die on beautiful women.
With the Evil Taotie's "help!" Han Qianqian also smiled with relief, especially when he was surprised to discover that the Evil Taotie was actually walking on the ground under the extremely slippery slime, unaffected by the slime in any way.
And those ferocious ground spikes, although for Han Qianqian, some dangerous, but for the Evil Taotie, but seems to be nothing, feet to that, the place of the ground spikes hard not to rise up in the slightest.
"Boy, could it be, one thing down, one thing up?" Han Qianqian frowned slightly.
"Eat it." Seeing the Evil Taotie tearing madly, Han Qianqian decided, to take a good look around.
Although everything around looked similar, there was always a core to any creature, right? Just like a human being has a heart. If we find its heart, then we can trick the Evil Taotie into going over there and give it a bite, how can it not die?
Thinking of this, Han Qianqian flew towards the front with a flying body.
After flying for dozens of minutes in a row, passing through one hole after another almost exactly the same as the previous one, Han Qianqian gradually lost his way.
Even Han Qianqian was tired of flying. The whole city was so small that people were as small as ants.
You never know if you're flying in the right direction, or if you'll be able to reach the end of a certain direction at will, not to mention the right direction, because you don't know if you're going all the way or if you're just spinning in place, lost in this maze.
Han Qianqian was at a loss, and his steely eyes slowly turned into confusion as they were consumed.
At this moment, a soft ethereal laugh sounded, although there were no words, but the mocking meaning was so clear that Han Qianqian could hear it as long as he was not deaf.
Han Qianqian held his breath and concentrated, slowly stopping where he was, without any emotional fluctuation in his heart because of the ridicule.
The more he knew at such a time, the more he knew that he had to remain calm, allowing his brain to rotate as quickly as possible and think of countermeasures.
He looked around carefully, not missing any details, distinguishing what was different about them.
Suddenly, Han Qianqian moved, moving rapidly in one direction, and his mouth stayed open, as if he was chanting something.
And as he continued to fly forward, he passed through more and more potholes, until he suddenly had a smile on his face and a violent acceleration, followed by stopping himself and looking before him, for a moment bemused, at a huge red ball that had appeared in front of him.
It was somewhat disgusting, like it was covered in layers of some kind of blood net, about three metres in diameter, and at that moment, it was slowly pulsating, opening and closing.
"It seems that you've lost." Han Qianqian laughed softly.