"As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will." Not only was it not an illusion, Meteor even felt that the holy light was constantly overflowing from behind the masked man.

The masked man continued to use his magic stick-like speaking method to confuse him: "I'll leave the task of punishing evil, eradicating traitors, and maintaining world peace to you, okay?"

"Okay... okay..." Meteor on the opposite side has been stunned by the guy in front of him. Now he can only answer the masked man's words mechanically, and then wait for the other person's next words.

"Look, these books are priceless treasures!" Along with the words, the masked man took out several thread-bound books like magic, which looked very ancient. More importantly, these books read: "Sunflower"

"Sacred Manual", "Evil Sword Manual", "Cut Off the Legs of Children" and "The Thirteen Taibao Practiced the Golden Bell".

"Since I'm destined to be with you, I'll give you a 100 yuan discount per copy and teach it to you."

"..." After a long time, Meteor's cosplayer, who still looked like a middle school student, finally spoke: "You are sick!"

After saying that, Meteor left without looking back. How come these days, even mental patients have gotten into this circle.

"What a pity! I met an ignorant person again." The masked man shook his head, then continued to carry his banner and found a less eye-catching place at the comic exhibition venue and sat down.

"Obviously such a good martial arts secret book is so cheap, but you don't want it?"

The masked man took off the nine-tube mask on his face. He had a handsome face that even girls would be jealous of. If it weren't for the stubble on his mouth and the dark blue half-rimmed glasses on his face, which are common among street gangsters.

With his burr hair style, maybe he will be regarded as a 'cute boy'.
Chapter completed!