Wen Xingtian was utterly at a loss.
There was no need even to guess.
There was no one else playing with Zuo Xiaoduo, nor could there be anyone else-only that Centipede King. Zuo Xiaoduo dragged the rings over, and the centipede snapped the line. He dragged again, and it snapped the line again... then, once enough had piled up, the Centipede King carried the whole lot back!
Then Zuo Xiaoduo continued... and so did the centipede...
Just how fucking bored are you two?!
We're worried sick, and you're having the time of your life playing with a centipede here?
With tears and snot streaming down his face, Zuo Xiaoduo declared, "I don't want to play with him, damn it..."
Over these two hours of dragging, Zuo Xiaoduo had not come away entirely empty-handed. He had succeeded three times, dragging three rings back to his home base without the line being snapped. What did that mean?
Could those have been wages the centipede paid him?
But no matter how he thought about it, he simply could not make sense of this!
How had he done it?
Never mind Wen Xingtian and Ye Changqing-even Zuo Xiaoduo himself was completely bewildered at this moment by the question of "how he had done it." He could not understand it!
How did I do it?
Not a clue!
Beats me!
I honestly don't know!
But the biggest problem now is that I want to leave, and I can't!
This centipede won't let me leave!
Sure, I love raking in money, but I still value my life! I stopped wanting to play ages ago. This is too nerve-racking, too heart-stopping-it's tearing my soul apart!
Playing like this is driving me to a nervous breakdown!
Just as both sides were utterly bewildered, with only the centipede