"Luo Su?"
The Frost Corpse's Red Moo seemed to pause slightly, as if furrowing its brow: "A strange name."
"Right, right?"
The Dog-headed Man wagged its tongue, stuttering: "Many, many people have told me this name sounds, sounds like an Old Turtle..."
The Frost Corpse casually registered the name and asked coldly: "Where did you come from?"
"Just, just returned from the Endless Sea! Went home to restock a bit! Sir, do you want some? Our goods have the purest taste, most, most intense!"
As he spoke, the Dog-headed Man turned around and pulled out a wriggling vine from the cart bed, took a bite, and the vine, seemingly alive, struggled and emitted a shrill scream, with juice splattering!
The sweet scent lingered in the air.
On the city wall, the noses of several Minotaurs twitched, their eyes becoming greedy.
