Fang Ping did not dare to deal with people. Killing fish was not a small matter.
Just as he was about to give it another pick, the Fiery Candle Demon Fish's eyes slowly dimmed, and its mouth stopped moving. It seemed that it was really dead.
The lava on its body was also cooling, slowly turning into black rocks.
"Qing Niao, are you alright?"
"I'm okay."
"Let's go back."
"Okay."
Even if the Fiery Candle Demon Fish died, it was still hot like charcoal. Fortunately, he had the Frost Set's Magic Shield, so Fang Ping could hold it. Barely.
Along the way, it attracted the attention of many people, including a few soldiers standing guard at the exit.
"You actually caught it!"
The soldier who had given Fang Ping pointers earlier looked surprised. "How long has it been? You guys really caught it?"
"Just pure luck, luck."
He carried the fish out of the Dog Head Gate, and steam rose around him.
