The receptionist was buried in Liu Zheng's crotch area.
One hand cradled his hoof, the other held a boning knife.
Layers of keratin were shaved off, falling onto the neatly arranged paper.
After removing the dead skin, the receptionist fetched sandpaper to polish his hoof.
"Not bad, not bad."
Satisfied with the newly refreshed hoof, Liu Zheng nodded approvingly.
"Master, can you let me go now?"
The receptionist pleaded pitifully.
"Of course."
Just as the receptionist showed a happy expression, he continued.
"No."
"Human, do not test my limits."
The receptionist bared her fangs.
"Thinking of turning on me? Fine. The taste of Vlad III's Heart Blood was quite delightful, I wonder what your Heart Blood tastes like?"
Liu Zheng said fearlessly.
Now it was the receptionist who had broken the rules, and he had the bonus of Legendary Armor, so if it really came to a fight, he might not lose.
"What exactly do you want?"
The receptionist asked warily.
"I want your bones."
