Gong and Drum
編集者: EndlessFantasy Translation
With a puff, Tu Mi opened her jaw and spat out the blade of centipede grass which Chi Maojiu had just fed her, "Qilian immortal master, shall we share this between us?"
The blade of grass did not fly high after she spat it out. It dropped downwards again quickly. It stuck onto the other half of Tu Mi's face which was perfectly fine.
Her shiny saliva was spread out on the leaf. It was green and luxuriant, as beautiful as can be...
Goosebumps rose on the dwarf Taoist priest's forehead. He hastily took two steps backwards, "I can still bear it. Please, you have it."