Mo Wuyang blinked, completely lost in a fog.
Chen Shi'an reached out and tapped Mo Wuyang lightly on the head. "All you think about all day is eating. You look after your mouth, but nothing ever gets through that head."
Mo Wuyang was not annoyed in the slightest. His eyes lit up as he said, "Hurry up and tell me. How can I eat well and fill my belly without us having to put in the work ourselves?"
Chen Shi'an chuckled softly. "Didn't you complain that the demon beasts' levels were too low? Hurry up and find the lairs of some higher-level demon beasts nearby. Just don't pick anything too high-level. Nothing above fourth-level."
Mo Wuyang rolled his eyes thoughtfully. "You mean you want to use Zhao Shiqing to kill those higher-level demon beasts?"
The corners of Chen Shi'an's mouth lifted slightly. "You've finally caught on.
"Even though Zhao Shiqing will take their demon cores and valuable body parts, the blood energy and power in these higher-level demon beasts far surpass those of first-level demon beasts.
"All you have to do is locate those places. I'll handle luring them out, and we'll leave the killing to Zhao Shiqing."
Mo Wuyang giggled. "That's a good idea!"
With that, he tilted his head and looked at Chen Shi'an. "Why do I feel like you're getting more and more devious?"
Chen Shi'an immediately reached out and gave him a tap on the forehead, neither too hard nor too soft.
"Do you even know how to choose your words? How is this devious? This is called being a master strategist!
"I racked my brains to come up with a way for you to eat and drink your fill, without getting the slightest benefit myself, and you actually call me devious? You deserve a smack!"