So bitter...
Looking at the moth species again, a fluffy mass, as if most of their females have a bit of baby fat, their wings slightly flapping when nervous, but they seem to love things that shine. Earlier, when they saw the wooden sticks and metals I threw out, their eyes seemed to light up, their footsteps uncontrollably edging toward them, yet they silly tried to control themselves to stand still.
So bitter...
In this daze, it seemed like a whole new gate had opened before him. Heng finally couldn't control his gaze anymore, immediately stepping out from behind the table to Fisher's side, grabbing his hand amidst everyone's surprised stares, asked sincerely,
"May I ask, what do you go by?"
Having his hand grabbed by someone with a Mythical Rank presence, Fisher awkwardly wanted to retract his hand, yet couldn't move it, unable to pull it back.
"..."
