Passing the garden fountain in the front yard, only the last stretch of road remained before the nursing home building, and fortunately, this path was devoid of stray cats and dogs.
Taking the opportunity, Anna asked something she had always been concerned about.
"So, Luo Di, is the world you're connected to 'Hell'? The opportunity must have been during our initial participation in the Simulation Practice, right?
No wonder you maintained the habit of clicking your tongue even after the practice ended. Just hearing that sound during that period would stress me out."
"I suppose so, but my 'Hell' has no direct relation to that tongue. It's just a habit of clicking my tongue.
If I ever have the chance to encounter the true form of that tongue, I wouldn't mind pulling it out, along with its pituitary gland connected at the end of the tongue."
"Are you still planning to 'consume Alien Food'?"