Of course, Han Feng wouldn't give it for free.

He got the food because he pressed the space bag into Han Feng's hand.

Yang Mi blinked. "Have you ever thought about this: if one day Han Feng no longer needs the spatial bag, will our supply be cut off?"

Dilireba was stunned.

Given Han Feng's personality, it is possible that he would do such a thing.

Once they lose their food source, won’t they starve to death?

After a moment of confusion, Dilireba asked, "You do this for other reasons, right? Not just for food, right?"

Yang Mi's beautiful eyes flashed with a deep look. "Although you are very powerful, it is too difficult for you to survive in this dangerous environment alone. The best way is to find a strong person to rely on. Han Feng is a good candidate."

Dilireba was stunned. "Depending on Han Feng? This is too shameful!"

After all, he is a candidate for god.

Still need to rely on others?

It's too bad.

I can't afford to lose that person!

Yang Mi said meaningfully, "Is face more important? Or is survival more important?"

Di Lieba pondered for a moment and finally faced the reality.

Compared to staying alive, what does face matter?

It’s not a bad idea to cooperate with Han Feng.

Dilireba reminded, "Han Feng is a very realistic guy. If you don't give him some benefits, he may not agree."

Yang Mi said calmly, "If he can catch something good in the fishing space and taste the sweetness, won't he agree to cooperate with us?"