"Isn't the Golden Snake Lady a snake? Does that qualify as seafood?"
Obviously, only Tang Wan, the crazy old lady, could keep up with Zhou Li's paced rhythm right off the bat.
"Is this really about seafood?"
Cen Zhu asked in astonishment.
"What kind of wine is red wine?"
Zhuge Qing subconsciously began to ponder, and the look Cen Zhu gave her immediately became much more complicated.
Master Daoist, don't, I'm scared.
In fact, before heading to Taiying with Zhou Li and his party, Cen Zhu didn't have a very good impression of Taoist priests. In both history and stories, Taoist priests were the model of exorcism, seeming incompetent if they weren't catching monsters or building a Demon-Locking Pagoda all day long. Although Dragon Tiger Mountain was famously hands-off, Zhuge Qing's standing was clear, so it was normal for Cen Zhu, a monster, to initially feel aversion towards her.
Until she realized that Zhuge Qing might be, aside from Yun Baibai, the last normal person left.
