"Hic!"
Chris burped, and then suddenly burst into tears.
Wu Xiaode consoled her:
"Don't cry, I've already returned, and from now on everyone won't have a problem with meals."
"Wuuu, Little Wu is the best," Chris said drowsily.
"Right, don't think too much now, just sleep."
Wu Xiaode said softly.
It was already late at night.
Bucktooth and Big Banana had long gone back to rest, while Wu Xiaode was standing guard on the rooftop of Shen Xiyao's villa.
This neighborhood was quite quiet, with no idle people around.
At this moment, he felt a bit free, so he sent back the packed ten tables of dishes to Ning Shen Temple.
The fairies were incredibly excited.
—To ensure absolute safety, they had been disguising themselves as the Golden Armored God and hadn't interacted with any mortals for a long time.
Shen Feixue had to constantly guard the world and simply didn't have time to get them food from the human realm.
The fairies had suffered for so many years.
