Si Xue: Sewer Is Stupid, You're Even Stupider Than Sewer

"Don't be so stingy."

There was no movement from above, yet Si Xue seemed to have received a reply.

"If the Writers Association really collapsed, would that do you any good? Even if that person managed to prop the whole thing back up, others would have torn a few chunks of flesh off you by then, wouldn't they?"

She said it with utter confidence.

"Think further ahead. Every landmark and every bureau might have its own pot to eat from, but doesn't the food still have to be cooked in Metropolis's big kitchen?"

"If you don't help patch someone else's pot today, they'll come snatch food from yours tomorrow. With the way your deliveries usually provoke outrage from gods and men alike, if anything really happens, I bet your pot will be the first one smashed."

"Even Sewer could figure out something this effortless that also earns a huge favor. You can't possibly be even dumber than Sewer, can you?"

Si Xue continued.

Crack!

Before Liu Zheng could figure out what was happening, the chaise lounge crumbled into powder, and he fell into the lake.

His flailing tentacles churned the water, while countless curious and hungry gazes locked onto him through the lake.

The next second came a deafening surge of water breaking.

"Fuck!"

At the sight of those vaguely visible figures transformed from treasures, Liu Zheng's scalp went numb.

He felt as if he had become a ball of chum, while those shadows were a school of starving fish that had been waiting for the Chumming Immortal.

Fortunately, this ball of chum had legs.

Liu Zheng took out the Delivery Slip, ready to tear it apart the instant those treasures approached.

A wild idea arose in his heart. If he grabbed a treasure and then used the Delivery Slip,