Their words left Brother Cheng completely baffled.
Such a treasure?
Such a big gesture?
Is simply sharing a few cigarettes really considered generous and broad-minded?
Are these people misunderstanding something?
For a moment, he couldn't quite grasp their thought process.
Watching them treat the cigarettes so cautiously, placing them in their storage rings as if they were fragile treasures, he felt the scene was indeed quite magical.
"Don't you plan to light them up?"
He even took the initiative to pull out a lighter.
After all, wasn't it him who killed four of their people?
And picked up a heart tribulation, gaining a wave of improvement.
He thought... Fellow Daoist Fan Lei barely deserved him lighting a cigarette for once.
However, the people involved quickly backed up two steps.
Carefully shielding the cigarette with both hands.
"No, no, I won't ignite it now. I'll wait until I need it in the future."
