A short while later.
Another group of mutated ants crawled over in a line.
The lead mutated ant carried a charcoal-fired copper hot pot on its back.
The ants behind them carried charcoal, various slices of meat, vegetables, and seasonings on their backs.
There are even other alcoholic beverages.
The preparations were very thorough.
Looking at the sliced meat, Jiang Wu said thoughtfully, "Did you slice these?"
The next second, a graceful figure in a white robe descended from the sky and landed next to Jiang Wu.
It was the Insect Woman.
She didn't say anything, but silently arranged the copper pot, then added charcoal and water, preparing for the meal.
Jiang Wu just watched the insect woman busy at work.
I wanted to discern some emotion from her expressionless face.
The insect girl's features are actually very beautiful and delicate.
She is no less capable than Bai Feiming and Su Ziyu.
Moreover, her skin was very white, a cold white like ice and snow, as if she had never seen the sun all year round, and so delicate that you couldn't see her pores.
Her waist-length, jet-black hair, like the finest silk, cascaded down her back, tied only about ten centimeters from the ends with a white ribbon.
Her white silk robe was very form-fitting, beautifully outlining her graceful curves.
Her shoulders were rounded and straight, and her waist was so slender that it could be grasped in one hand.
Although it was only a C- at most, the curves were beautiful and formed a strong contrast with the slender waist.
Especially now, when she's bending over to do something, her curves are absolutely stunning.
It's a pity.
Her expression was too cold.
It was cold and lifeless.
Jiang Wu looked away, picked up a bottle of freshly squeezed juice, and took a sip.
He casually remarked, "Little Yellow should be fully evolved in another two or three days, then I'll be leaving."
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