"You did it on purpose. You must have done it on purpose." Evil Moon was half-cooked. When the lid of the tripod was opened, it screamed and wanted to jump out, but a majestic force pulled it back, and there was a faint meat fragrance in the air.

Bright Moon Immortal said lightly, "Still alive? Looks like I'll have to add more fuel to it."

She raised her hand, and the flames under the tripod sprang up again. The water in the tripod began to boil, and the air ...