With a frown on his face, Qin Ye ran to the well and peeked down into it.

I can see the reflection of the moonlight, and… damn, there’s a good looking man right there…

Then, just as he was combing his hair back pridefully, a spittoon of dog saliva suddenly flew straight into the well, kicking up soft ripples.

Qin Ye froze.

Following that, there were several other sounds of spitting, and several more clumps of spittoons entered the well, almost as though the surface of the water was being riddled by bullets from a machine gun. This went on for the next ten seconds or so, before it finally stopped.

Qin Ye turned back coldly, only to be greeted by an equally frigid expression on the Harken’s face.

Both were clearly filled with an intense desire to spit on the face of the other.

“I’ve never seen such a shameless King Yanluo as you! Shameful! You’re the greatest embarrassment to Hell there is!!” Three seconds later, the Harken bared its fangs and pounced over at Qin Ye.

“Preening your hair over the well in the middle of the night, huh?!”

“I asked you to look for the treasure, and you ran over to look at a mirror instead, huh?!”

“Shut it! Shut it! Spare my face! Damn it… I’m bleeding! I’m definitely bleeding! You damned dog, I’ll kill you sooner or later… Hang on! If you’re a dog, why the hell are you so damn addicted to catnip?!”

“This is a form of concealment, understand?! People might think that I’m a cat, but the truth...