The Black Skull spoke proudly.
"Hurry up and give it a try. The internal supply cigarette from the Sanitation Department paired with my will-o-the-wisp— even a centuries-old heavy smoker wouldn't find a flaw with it."
"Alrighty."
He took a drag of the cigarette.
A refreshing scent mingled with flowers, grass, and trees filled his mouth, wafting into his nostrils.
A faint chill swirled around Liu Zheng's tongue, sending a shiver through his entire body.
But after the shiver, a soul-soothing comfort made him instinctively let out a long sigh, like taking a big bite of cold pig's ear after a day of physical labor on a sweltering summer day, followed by a sip of ice-cold beer.
"Refreshing, huh?"
The Black Skull raised an eyebrow and asked.
"Refreshing. No, Black bro, when did you grow eyebrows?"
Liu Zheng pointed out the oversight.
"Just had them implanted this morning, how do they look?"
The Black Skull wiggled his eyebrows again.
