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The warriors of the Yi tribe chatted and peeled open the insect corpses of the Zhang Huang tribe, presenting the fattest parts to Lady Lian. The fat insects they rode also began to search for insect corpses scattered on the ground to eat.
Wang Yao noticed that the B-clan warriors would intentionally avoid the B-clan insect corpses, but the fat insects they sat on were different. Regardless of whether the insect corpses were B-clan or not, they would just eat them up bite by bite.
Although the warriors of the B tribe did not eat them themselves, they turned a blind eye to the fat worms' indiscriminate feeding behavior.
"He's been dead for a while, so his flesh is a bit stiff."
"Mother Queen, this is the chest meat of Zhang Zhong. Although this Zhang Zhong is of a very low grade, the quality of the chest meat is still quite good."
"Let me try a piece of the wild beast. You know what, the Zhanghuang tribe has so many different kinds of people, their tastes are really diverse. It wouldn't be bad to go to war with them."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Have you forgotten how miserable Sister Little Sparrow looked?"
"Yes, Sister Little Sparrow is so pitiful..."
"Would you like some to try?" Lady Lian ate in a manner similar to when she read General Lang's letter. The pieces of meat offered by the warriors were swallowed up by her red body, and her large, featureless head suddenly turned to Wang Yao and asked.
"Thank you, but... I don't need it." Wang Yao shook his head repeatedly. What a joke! Even if he were an immortal who didn't need to eat, he wouldn't eat insects.
“If you don’t eat, doesn’t your son need to eat either? He’s just a mortal.” Lady Lian asked again.
“Uh…” Wang Yao looked at Hui Shuo, who was still unconscious beside him, and was immediately conflicted. Hui Shuo did need to eat. He had been unconscious for several days and would definitely be starving when he woke up. But Wang Yao was still a little hesitant to ask him to eat insects.
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