"Laugh all you want. When you get back, bring me a few cups of coffee, or I'll beat the crap out of you."
Niu Ma threatened.
"Got it."
He waved his tentacles and took out the damaged Dragon Fishing Rod.
"???"
Ghost Hand pointed at the Dragon Fishing Rod, his mouth agape.
Where's my beer bottle? My big, green beer bottle?
Liu Zheng gave it an apologetic look but said nothing more.
Last time, Ghost Hand was burned by Si Xue's golden liquid, so it should be able to recognize her scent.
After patting the Dragon Fishing Rod with a heart of pain, Ghost Hand extended a finger towards Liu Zheng and then made a drinking motion.
Liu Zheng guessed it wanted a bottle of wine in exchange.
After all, Ghost Hand couldn't go outside, so the Dragon Fishing Rod was useless to it.
As a Perfect Quality beer bottle, the wine in exchange had to be Perfect Quality as well.
"Another one owed."
He sighed.
His stock was growing, as was his debt.
