"Big brother, it really is a great treasure, aren't you tempted?"
The boy instantly became anxious, his eyes widening to their fullest on his mud-caked face, so clear and pitiful that one couldn't bear to refuse him.
Qiang Liang impatiently said, "Scram!"
He had no gentleness to spare for a bratty child, and the boy seemed terrified, his body tensing up with tears filling his eyes, ready to burst forth at any moment.
Fuxi's heart softened, and he kindly said, "Little guy, we're busy, why don't you find someone else?"
Unfortunately, his appearance wasn't exactly saintly; looking more like a demon monarch in his black robe and disheveled hair.
"Waaaah—"
The disheveled boy couldn't help but start wailing, even sitting on the ground rolling around as if he had been beaten.
Qin Jun's face twitched, certain that he had just been scammed.
Such a ridiculous thing could actually happen in the realm of immortals?