The tone of the voice was exactly the same as before, but the teasing was even more intense.
The vendor sat on a small stool, arms crossed over his chest, arrogantly leaning back, "Not selling!"
"Crap!"
"Hahaha..." Feng Yin couldn't help but chuckle.
These two clowns, they really were a pair of jokers.
The onlookers had a good laugh before returning to their own stalls.
Feng Yin and his group entered the market... um, the Three Realms Trade Fair.
No sooner had they stepped in than someone had their eyes on Feng Ying, who was poking a head out from Feng Yin's body, and approached, "Buddy, how much for your cat? The price is negotiable; I quite fancy your cat. As long as your asking price isn't outrageous, I won't haggle!"
Immediately, with a 'woah' sound, Feng Ying spat out a water ball that exploded in front of that person's face, drenching him from head to toe.
"Not selling!" Feng Yin smiled.
