Fish, what I desire.
Bear's paw, also what I desire.
When the two cannot be had together, I pretend not to know the difference between them.
Zheng Qing recited Master Meng's profound words in his heart, feeling a moment of clarity within, and calmly took the Colt Python from the witch's hand—this was important because the gun was originally given to Zheng Qing by Jiang Yu to celebrate his Atonement Hunting Team winning the freshman competition at the school's hunting party—as he tucked it into his waist, he reached for the other Remington.
"One is definitely not enough."
He shook his head with certainty, maintaining a serious expression: "You know the power of those Blood Symbol Bullets, a regular Charm Gun can only withstand four or five shots at most before the runes on the gun fade and collapse... one gun is definitely not enough."
The witch scrutinized the boy carefully, seeming to verify if he was serious.
"Do you need to take a few more then?"