Wu Xiaode was somewhat hesitant.
On one hand, his "End" had already consumed over thirty "Ends," and it was just one step away from a qualitative improvement. It was only natural to feed them.
On the other hand, a battle of life and death was imminent. If they were to sleep, he would be deprived of a reliable fighting force—
It really was a dilemma.
"Forget it," Wu Xiaode, seeing the pleading looks on the faces of the two women, turned his thoughts and spoke, "Take it and eat, I'll figure out something about the time."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Both female angels raised their hands and cheered loudly:
"Brother Wu is the best!"
"If no one marries Brother Wu, I will be the bride!"
"Me too!"
Wu Xiaode, with a face full of exasperation, did not bother to respond to them but tossed the long sword directly into the Book of the Dead.
—From a side view, it looked as if he had placed the sword into a storage space.
A line of ice crystal characters suddenly appeared:
