"What?!"

When the maidservant heard this, she was startled.

"You mean, it's ghost-eaten?!" She asked in a trembling voice, her little face changing color with fright.

"Well, only ghosts eat like that, because they can only taste it." Midorihime nodded and said solemnly.

"But the girl who came in just now looks very normal." The maidservant was puzzled.

"You can't just look at the surface.

Chapter 77 of "His Little Ancestor Ren Meilu Ziye": The chicken and the duck are hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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