C471 Mischievous Hill-ginseng Essence

In just a split-second, the inn was in an uproar.

"Eh? "Sister Ling'er, are they afraid of me?" Little Mountain Ginseng Spirit scratched his head and asked in confusion.

I smiled. "They're cowards."

Little Mountain Ginseng Spirit twitched his lips and looked at himself in the mirror. He was fat and white, not ugly at all.

Xu Zishan looked at the farce in a daze