C615 The Second Fire

"Sss..."

In front of the kitchen stove that was hastily set up, the pitch-black armor was breathing in a breath of cold air with a toothache on its face.

"The taste is still not right... What's going on?"

"It can't be, right?"

A sturdy woman like a bear walked over and scooped a piece of meat from the pot into her mouth.

"Hmm..