"Are you Taotie?" Mo Yu stared at the little boy who was squatting on the ground with his small hands outstretched to pick up the fruits scattered on the ground, his expression quite aggrieved.

Taotie raised his head, his eyes still glistening with tears. He piteously nodded and continued to lower his head to pick up the food kicked away by Vermillion Bird. He was very gluttonous. Shen Yanxiao told him that gluttony was fine, but he absolutely must not waste food. Taotie firmly believed in Shen Yanxiao's guidance, so even if the fruit had already fallen to the ground, as long as it was not damaged, he would honestly pick it up, wipe it clean, and continue to eat it.

Anyway, he used to eat even stones, not to mention a little dusty food.

Mo Yu, Mo Feng, and the rest looked like they had been struck by lightning. They were nailed on their spots for a while as their eyes were fixed on that pitiful little figure. They were completely disarrayed.