The fat man's question was very rude.
The fat man's question was very interesting.
Once everyone found the fat man's question interesting, manners were naturally tossed aside by these shameless fellows.
In any case, the tribal warriors were several hundred meters away from them. Even if they shouted, the other side might not hear clearly. Besides, the fat man had guiltily kept his voice very low.
"Hmm, that is indeed a question." Zhang Jixin folded one arm across his chest and pinched his chin with the other, studying the centaur warrior women in the distance seriously. He muttered, "Considering that their reproductive systems are on their horse bodies, I think they nurse their offspring with mare's milk. That must be it."
As he spoke, he nodded with extraordinary confidence.
This made the fat man, who had raised the question, shake his head vigorously.
"Have you dissected a centaur, or watched one nursing? Or have you seen what they look like up front?" Fatty Xin retorted. "If you haven't done any of that, how can you be sure you're right? If you can't be sure, what gives you the right to say 'must'?"
Seeing the two of them getting increasingly absurd in their discussion of this strange topic, Zheng Qing quickly coughed loudly several times, interrupting their argument.
"Ahem, manners! Manners!!" The captain of the You Zui Hunting Team squeezed forward and positioned himself between the two warriors. He glanced from side to side, then lowered his voice and scolded, "Watch your image. You represent the image of the You Zui Hunting Team!"
As he spoke, he darted meaningful looks to either side.
Not far from them, several witches kept turning back to look at them with great interest, as though eager to join their conversation.
It gave Zheng Qing a