"Fine! Let's see how you roll out of here like a dog!" Cui Peng glowers at Huang Xiaolong viciously, then randomly picks a seat and sits down.
Xia Ying glances at Cui Peng with a pitying look, thinking to herself, why are you challenging Little Long to a bet? Are you asking for trouble?
Huang Xiaolong laughs and disregards Cui Peng. He takes out a blank talisman paper and a cinnabar pen from his canvas bag and begins to draw a talisman.
Xia Ying can't help but move closer, observing attentively. Although she doesn't understand what Huang Xiaolong is drawing, she distinctly feels an indescribable power permeating from the talisman. This isn't True Qi, but a force more mysterious and unfathomable.
Daoist Power!
Because of the close proximity, all Huang Xiaolong can smell is the high-quality perfume emanating from Xia Ying, as well as the faint scent of a virgin, an indescribable comfort and sense of enjoyment.
This woman, she's truly bewitching!
