Jiang Qiao now experiences a stress reaction at the mere sight of a tangerine that is slightly green with a hint of yellow, let alone eating one.
Ever since Jiang Qiao transmigrated into this game, he hasn't touched a single tangerine, nor any fruit even remotely similar. The nooks and crannies of the sect are filled with tangerine trees, and he usually finds them unsettling—not because he has some deep-seated prejudice against the fruit itself, but because the mere thought of a "Green Tangerine" reminds him of the gruesome way he met his demise in the past.
"I think I’ll pass," Jiang Qiao replied, his voice lacking strength.
Chapter 77