"...Blood?"
Chu Xiu looked at the tongue writhing in front of him as if throwing a tantrum, raised an eyebrow in silence, and lowered his head in thought.
While he was pondering, that raspy duck-like voice sounded again: "The Countess had never left Lin Yuan Castle since birth, so the moment she saw the handsome Kobold chef, her 203-year-old maiden heart couldn't help but race uncontrollably..."
Without expression, Chu Xiu sliced his finger with a Bone Spear, letting a drop of blood fall onto the tongue to stop it from continuing.
"Slurp."
The tongue licked upwards lecherously, then convulsed violently as if it had tasted something utterly disgusting.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! What did you feed me, you bastard! Such disgusting blood, so dark and filthy, did you get it from a creature in the sewage?"
Chu Xiu: "..."
A surge of desire to smash the tongue with a punch rose inside him.
But he held back in the end, retrieving another item from the Storage Space.
