C414 He Was Beaten

"Cough, cough. Little Carp, are you really going to swallow the Grass Mud Horses?" Han Feng gazed at the Deep Blue Snow Carp, his eyes brimming with reluctance. He could accept his own death, but the Grass Mud Horses deserved to live on.

The Deep Blue Snow Carp continued to lock eyes with Han Feng, shaking its head gently.

Wenjiu, growing impatient with the carp's inaction