Lord Rakshasa was taken aback.
What does this mean?
Is this... bribery?
He looked towards Yuan Zhou, and Yuan Zhou nodded.
Lord Rakshasa felt numb.
A fish asking for a bribe, from him?
The Demon King of the Yellow Sand River, killing and bribing alike.
Absurd! Absurd indeed!
"Today I truly wasn't prepared..."
"Huh-teh!"
Another big mouthful of saliva poured down on top of them, the Fat Catfish flicked its tail, directly flipping the small boat, pushing it away, and dived away, disappearing without a trace.
"Splash."
Lord Rakshasa and Yuan Zhou emerged from the icy river water, hair dripping.
Yuan Zhou was at a loss: "Lord Rakshasa, what should we do next?"
