Shen Yanxiao threw the five fruits in her hands and played with the holy beast. A certain pair of eyes followed those five fruits that were moving up and down, one above, one below…
Pa da…
A fruit slipped from Shen Yanxiao's fingers and fell to the ground. It rolled toward the cage and finally stopped at the railings.
Shen Yanxiao stood up and bent over to pick up the fruit.
However, the fruit that had stopped rolling suddenly rolled towards the iron bars.
Shen Yanxiao looked up in surprise. All of a sudden, she saw a huge mountain-like head with its mouth wide open trying its best to breathe in!
The airflow continuously surged into Taotie's mouth and it stirred the surrounding air, causing that small fruit to roll to his mouth bit by bit.
Compared to Taotie's big mouth, the fruit was as small as a grain of dust.
