บท 170: The Odd Omelet

"Chef Long, let's get out of here." Li Chunhua's voice was serious, devoid of the usual languidness.

Little Ginseng sensed her fear and looked up.

Long Haoran could detect it too, and she wondered what bothered her. But the red rimstones on the ceiling were very important to him, and if he chose to leave them, he might not encounter another one again.

Sadly, his flight skill could only fly up to ten meters, but the ceiling of this cave is estimated to be about 15 meters or more.

Whatever her concern, when something comes up, he may not be as powerful as she was, but he'll let her escape first.

"Just a minute. Can you help me to get those things?" Long Haoran raised his finger and pointed upward.