Before it could try to break the insect web, the sting suddenly turned numb, and strands of coolness radiated into its brain.
The Mud Blade Mantis stopped struggling, its body slightly stiff. It stared at Li Jingming nervously and curiously, remembering his scent and appearance for the moment.
"Here." Li Jingming took out another bottle of honeydew and placed it in front of the mantis's mouthparts.
This was the favorite food of the Ghost-Faced Moth. It was delicious and nutritious, and he figured it would suit the Mud Blade Mantis's taste as well.
"Mud..."
The Mud Blade Mantis refused to eat.
Its eyes were filled with caution; brief contact was not enough to alter its past mentality and become close with a strange creature outright.
"It seems like it would take a long time to build even the simplest relationship..."
Su Mei sighed, "Li, you are in for a struggle."
"Let's try this again."
