Zhang Ronghua also thought of an interesting scene and shrugged.""It's best not to say it! Otherwise, these spiritual fish will suffer."
She took out a rope and tied the spiritual fish's mouth. She placed it on the ground. Its vitality was relatively strong. Even if there was no water, it would not die for a while. She handed the fishing rod over and said,"Good things come in pairs."
Zhang Ronghua looked at the sky. There was still about two hours before daybreak. He couldn't go back to sleep now. He would catch up on his sleep at the Scholar's Hall tomorrow.
He took the fishing rod, walked to the lakeside, and sat down. He casually threw the hook into the lake. This time, it was the same. He still did not use bait.
Yang Hongling sat down next to him. The two of them were only one fist apart. As they got closer, the fragrance from her body drifted over and entered his nose, making him unable to resist smelling it a few more times.
