Lifting the spoon, he tasted the taste of the mushroom soup and was quite satisfied. "After all, so many mushrooms have been produced just now. His body is very weak and he needs enough time to rest."

Ulysses' voice changed a tune: "...production!?"

Edmund looked at him faintly, and due to the toxin effect of the mushroom soup, his eyes seemed to be burning with green will-o'-the-wisps: "Yeah...Didn't I tell you that Peter II likes to think of himself as a mushroom?" ?"

Ulysses: "...!!" So the slender and appetizing slices in the bowl are new mushrooms or baby meat! ! ?

Dead father, is it too late for him to get out of here now! ! ! !

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