A Demonic Potato Roasted by an Alchemic Flame

"You want to borrow my flame... to roast a sweet potato?

"Are you sure that you aren't making fun of me? My flame is an alchemic flame. A precious flame used to refine elixirs, and you say you want to use it to roast a sweet potato?"

Duan Yun stared at Bu Fang with wide eyes. At that moment, he felt like thousands of black dogs were galloping in his mind.

"Don't be afraid. I won't take advantage of you. Since I intend to borrow your flames, I will give you half of the sweet potato." When Bu Fang noticed that Duan Yun was staring at him with a peculiar expression, he pondered for a second and suddenly said with an understanding gaze.

When he heard Bu Fang's suggestion, Duan Yun was taken aback, and he felt the urge to vomit blood. This fellow that went about smashing people with a wok… what was going on in his head? Do I seem like someone who would sell his dignity for a sweet potato?