"Little brother, buy a talisman, will you? I see darkness looming over your forehead, a sign of great misfortune!" the old swindler appeared in front of Zhou Heng, waving a few yellowish paper talismans in his face.
The paper looked like the kind common households would use for toilet paper, extremely low quality and very coarse.
Zhou Heng's face turned even darker at the sight; this old swindler couldn't possibly have sketched these during a bathroom break, could he? Just the thought of that sleazy image was utterly disgusting. He hastily took a step back to maintain a distance from the swindler.
"Miss, I have a secret recipe for breast enlargement, selling it to you for just one million spirit stones!" the old swindler then targeted Xiao Huoshui, who was in Zhou Heng's arms.
"Old fellow, my figure is exploding with perfection, do I look like I need that?" Xiao Huoshui retorted fiercely as well.
