Yang Mi's eyes flickered, and she moved closer to Han Feng and asked curiously, "Why did you throw your clone and shit into the fishing space just now?"
"You have to bait the nest before fishing. Don't you know this common sense?"
Han Feng transformed into a senior fisherman and gave Yang Mi some knowledge.
Yang Mi: “…”
This is a fishing space, not a real fish pond, so do we still need to make a nest?
Just hit me.
What's the point of throwing in a few demon plant clones and two bags of shit?
Han Feng ignored him and continued fishing.
Soon, several more glass ornaments were caught.
Yang Mi was stunned.
So many fish were caught in such a short time. Could it be that the bait really worked?
It's too weird!
After more than half an hour of effort, Han Feng caught more than a hundred glass ornaments.
At this point, there are no more supplies in the area connected to the fishing space.
Without supplies, there's no point wasting time here.
So, Han Feng said to Yang Mi: "Close the fishing space and change the location."
Yang Mi nodded, closed the fishing space, and then reopened it.
Han Feng cast down the spiritual thread and contacted the fishing rod, "Little fishing rod, how about this position?"
Fishing Rod: “I don’t know.”
Han Feng was a little confused, "What do you mean I don't know?"
The fishing rod explained: "There is a layer of fog all around, and I can't see anything."
Han Feng was stunned.
Is there fog in the cosmic cemetery?
Where did it come from?
Just as he was stunned, the silk thread suddenly tightened.
Han Feng's expression changed and he quickly put the club away.
But I found that I couldn't pull it at all.
It was obvious that the one who took the bait was a big one!
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