The loss Tang San suffered today was enormous; all he wanted now was to quickly tend to his wounds and then threaten the kids in front of him not to spread word about what happened. Otherwise, his future as the Motionless Bright King was surely doomed.
"Uh..." Oscar really wanted to ask Zhao Wuji why he ended up in such a state, knowing full well the level of Zhao Wuji's strength. But as he caught Dai Mubai's meaningful glance, Oscar, as an extremely clever person, immediately retracted his surprise and, as if nothing had happened, trotted over to Zhao Wuji, offered the sausage he had just made, and chanted a soul curse that made everyone present cry and laugh.
"I have a small cured sausage." Even though Oscar himself did not seem sleazy, when he chanted these soul curse words, he couldn't have been more sleazy.
A cured sausage, only as thick as a little finger, appeared in his hand and was quickly handed over to Zhao Wuji.
