Making Salt
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
On the tree, Curtis abruptly opened his transparent retinas, curled the two remaining snakeskin items of clothing to his side using his tail, and hid them under his abdomen.
While they were gathering the beastmen, Bai Qingqing sat on the grass and pondered.
A gust of cool breeze swept up her mildly wavy long hair, veiling her fair and palm-sized face on-and-off. It was a tranquil and wonderful scene.
Winston, who had already hung the solidified starch noodles on the clean tree branches, turned his head towards her. He fell into a daze from looking at her.
"What's on your mind?"
A large and wide palm landed on the top of her head, and the warmth spread downwards, making Bai Qingqing involuntarily rub against it. She raised her head and said to Winston, "There's another method that I know of, but I feel less sure about it. I wonder if I should get you to give it a shot."