The Sword Peddler

Tales let out a frustrated sigh.

The next moment, the sand scorpion realized that having its nest destroyed was not even the worst thing that could happen.

Above it, Tales wore a savage expression as he held down the scorpion with his staff, engaged in an intense ideological struggle.

At last, Tales painfully swallowed with his parched throat and made up his mind.

He pulled out JC, first cutting off the scorpion's stinger, then ending its life with a single slash as it struggled wildly.

"May the Desert God bring no calamity, and grant no mercy." He grabbed the sand scorpion that had bravely sacrificed itself, raised it before his eyes with an ugly expression, and muttered to himself as though trying to comfort himself:

"Thank you for your sacrifice."

The heroic scorpion that saved the Radiant Star Royal Family and the Starfall Kingdom, he added inwardly.

Strangely, after saying those words, Tales felt considerably more relaxed.

Perhaps because he had gone too long without speaking to anyone, he looked at the scorpion twitching unconsciously and actually felt as if they were communicating.

At that thought, Tales suddenly came to his senses.

He did not dare think any further. He squeezed his eyes shut and painfully, laboriously bit the sand scorpion into his mouth.

"Crack—"

Fuck!

Tales' face twisted in agony after the very first bite.

The "wonderful" taste and aroma entered his sensory nerves through his taste buds and the friction of his teeth.

"Crack—"

The second bite.

Fatty, juicy, crisp, chewy, and life-saving—Tales desperately focused on those words, forgetting the strange sensation in his mouth as he bit down on the two scorpion claws sticking out.

"Crack—"

The feeling was like a fruit shell covered in a foul, fishy stench.

Mm, with every chew, salty, damp juices burst