A hundred years ago,
Taotie: Master, I really, hiccup, can't eat anymore.
Zhuzhao: Be obedient, look how thin you are.
Taotie frowned, covered his mouth with his hoof in horror, and shook his head wildly.
Zhuzhao brought out the Xuanming Fruit from Beihuang, striped tiger meat from Daze, and honey from Kunlun... He stroked a handful of Zaizai Taotie and advised with distress: Eat some more.
A hundred years later,
Taotie: Master, I'm hungry.
Zhuzhao: ... No, you are not hungry.
Zhuzhao pressed his waist and hid in the corner in fear, shaking his head wildly.
Taotie leaned lazily on the bed, licked the corners of his lips with his red tongue, squinted at Zhu Zhaoqiao and said with a smile: "But I'm not full yet."
One sentence introduction: I want to eat the sun.
Conception:
