Zheng Qing didn't want to turn into a writhing lump of flesh.
Especially not because of some inexplicable reason, accepting such a curse. So, when it came to selecting offerings for Bastit, he was extremely cautious.
"How about salted frogs?" Xin Fat Man suggested.
"Wusa City isn't Lin Zhong Lake, and His Highness Bastit isn't a god worshipped by the Fishman Tribe," Xiao Xiao immediately rejected the idea, "If there's salted dried mice, that would be a decent choice."
"We really don't have that." Fat Man browsed the directory on his watch and shook his head, "Because of the Underground Rat Clan beneath the First University, the island is extremely cautious about handling products made from mice… Besides, not many people actually like eating mice."
Zheng Qing instinctively glanced at those brown, glossy silhouettes.
The Zu Ge trembled under his gaze.
