What a Cold Joke

These words made Su Xiu'er and Lan Xinyu unable to hold back their laughter. Yes, although Jiang Wuhen had always pretended to be a diviner, he had never been slapped away by anyone.

"You're not any better. You've been conning others and got chased by dogs and chickens," said Su Xiu'er snappily.

"That's still better than him. Every time he appears, it's like lightning striking the earth. The scene turns sensational, and then he's instantly sent flying." Jiang Wuheng puffed up his chest as he spoke. He couldn't help but laugh proudly. "And whenever I'm about to get slapped in the face, I'd protect myself. And so I never get slapped."

Everyone pursed their lips, not knowing what to say. Was there anything to be proud of being able to protect one's face from being slapped? Wasn't being chased to the point of pandemonium already quite embarrassing?