Ning Ze shook his head resolutely. He didn't want to do this job.
Let alone chopping off people's fingers, just the thought of it made his hand ache.
Fen Ling looked at him with disdain, "You can't handle such a minor task, yet you beg my sister to take you to Nanchu. What can you do?"
Ning Ze fell silent.
Fen Ling clicked his tongue, "With such a faint heart and lack of ruthlessness, you might as well not follow us to Nanchu. I fear you'd be devoured without trace once we step into the wolf's den."
Upon hearing this, Ning Ze immediately gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going."
What's so terrible about chopping off fingers? Maybe when he chops off someone else's, his own might stop hurting.
Seeing that Ning Ze still has some potential and isn't a hopeless case, Fen Ling waved his hand at him, "Then just go!"
Ning Ze glanced at the stewed goose in the pot, feeling a little reluctant, "I just want to eat a few more bites."
Fen Ling: "..."
Fine then!