"How's life in the jianghu treating you?" Lin Feng walked over to Brother Huangmao's stall and spoke to him indifferently. Brother Huangmao was smart; he didn't need much explanation.
"Sigh, as you can see, I'm utterly down and out!" Hearing Lin Feng's words, Brother Huangmao let out a sigh, revealing his thoughts. Even if he wanted to make a comeback now, there wasn't a chance for him. Better to cling to life than to die.
Upon hearing Brother Huangmao's words, Lin Feng nodded, took a seat on a small stool beside the stall, and with a wave of his hand, conjured several cans of beer out of thin air, tossing one to Brother Huangmao.
What is this?
Brother Huangmao was stunned to see Lin Feng conjure several cans of beer from thin air, just like magic, not understanding how Lin Feng did it. But he soon gave up on the idea; he had witnessed Lin Feng's magic before, there was no need to be surprised about this.