"Hmm..."
Xue Three lay on the ground, brought his nose close to the grass, took a deep breath, and looked intoxicated.
Beside Xue Three, A Ming silently opened his wine sac again, drank the last mouthful of blood inside, and asked:
"The scent of nature?"
"No, it's the smell of sheep dung."
"You've got quite the appetite."
Xue Three shook his head and said, "Do you know what else I smelled?"
"Didn't you just say?"
"Not just that, I also smelled that the sheep here are very robust and healthy."
"That's quite the skill. I admire it."
"Absolutely."
"In the future, if my lord's son falls ill, you can help by eating... something to show your loyalty."
"Why would I eat my lord's son's... things?"
"Unless you want to eat... " A Ming frowned slightly and said, "Let's end this topic. It's too disgusting, makes me feel a bit nauseous."
