"Achoo!"
Hei Xiazi, leisurely roasting a sweet potato, suddenly sneezed. Fearing that Hei Xiazi would contaminate his culinary masterpiece, Zhang Qiling silently moved a little farther away.
By the time Hei Xiazi came to his senses, Zhang Qiling was already half a meter away. If not for the campfire right there—and the Mute's reluctance to abandon his deliciously roasting sweet potato—Hei Xiazi had no doubt that the Mute would have vanished into thin air the next second. After all, the man had a criminal record for that sort of thing, hadn't he?
Chapter 283