Teaching the Desolate Heavenly Emperor to Smoke (Please Bookmark, Please Recommend)

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The brat had barely taken his first puff before he started choking badly.

Right after that, Big Red Bird and Xiao Tian began coughing too, tears streaming from their eyes.

"Fuck, you're supposed to blow the smoke out. Why are you swallowing it into your stomach? Don't hold it in—hurry up and exhale!" Black lines sprang across Xiao Meng's forehead. These three country bumpkins were fucking hopeless.

"It'd be a bit of a waste to blow it out," Little Dot said. Smoke immediately began pouring from his mouth, and he hurriedly covered it with his hand, his cheeks puffing up like a little toad.

"Eat it, eat it, eat all of it!" With his lips pressed together, he yelled indistinctly, determined not to let any smoke out.

Xiao Meng: "I%￥#@..."

"You won't even spare the smoke? Could you possibly be any more outrageous?" Seeing the brat stubbornly puff out his cheeks despite the tears in his eyes, refusing to let the smoke escape, Xiao Meng was speechless. No matter how badly it choked him, he endured it, intending to refine the smoke along with everything else.

Xiao Meng's jaw nearly dropped to the ground. He was utterly at a loss for words.

"Truly hopeless." Xiao Meng slapped his forehead, then smacked Little Dot on the brow. "Blow the smoke out. Watch how I do it first, then learn from me."

Fuck, teaching the future Desolate Heavenly Emperor how to smoke—just thinking about it was fucking thrilling.

"Brother Meng, this smoke can improve the soul. It'd be such a waste to blow it out," Little Dot muttered reluctantly.

"It's just too choking," he said with a miserable little face, utterly conflicted.

"Smoking is about enjoyment. Increasing soul power is only secondary."

With a dark expression, Xiao Meng said,