Fish was what I desired.
Bear's paw was also what I desired.
If I could not have both, I would pretend not to know the difference between fish and bear's paw.
Zheng Qing recited Master Meng's profound words in his heart, and his mind suddenly cleared. Without changing expression, he first accepted the Colt Python from the witch's hand—this was important, because Jiang Yu had originally given him this gun to celebrate the You Zui Hunting Team he led winning the Freshman Competition at the School Hunting Meet—then tucked it into his waistband and reached for the other Remington.
"One definitely won't be enough."
He shook his head with great certainty, his expression solemn. "You know how powerful those Blood Talisman Bombs are. An ordinary talisman gun can withstand at most four or five talisman bullets before the runes on its body wear away and collapse... One gun definitely won't be enough."
The witch studied the boy carefully, as though confirming whether he was serious.
"Then do you need a few more?"
Her slender brows lifted slightly as she opened her handbag and revealed several more talisman guns with a clatter. "The ones I prepared are all specially made. They're more than twice as durable as ordinary talisman guns... a Hook single-barrel, a Martin Tor shotgun, a Green hunting rifle, and this old flintlock called the 'Cardinal.' It's long been discontinued, but they're all classics."
Zheng Qing noticed there was also a Beretta Double Barrel among them, though for some reason the witch had not introduced it.
He cleared his throat and waved a hand. "No, no need. Two are already plenty. Two will be enough... I've always prepared two before as well. Enough, enough."
"Oh."
The witch nodded and put away the talisman guns, asking casually at the same