1177 Eat

At last, the roasted leg of lamb was ready.

A delicious aroma permeated the air. It was so intense that even the door couldn't stop it from drifting far away. 

Everyone in the restaurant could hardly stop their mouths from watering—the aroma thoroughly aroused their taste buds and appetite. 

Outside the door, dark clouds rolled and thunderclaps rang. A vast pressure constantly fell, smashing everything. 

Whitey had long been standing outside the restaurant, looking up at the sky and confronting the lightning.

By the looks of it, the lightning punishment this time was very strong. The oppressive-looking clouds pressed down so low that they seemed to touch the city and were about to destroy its walls.

With a clang, Whitey spread its metal wings as lightning arcs darted out of its mechanical eyes. 

The next moment, the lightning punishment fell, and Whitey soared into the sky.