HEH HEH HEH…
Zhang Bin stood on the drying ground, an evil chuckle escaping his lips as a pack of cigarettes materialized in his hand.
He drew one out, placed it between his lips, and waved off Ma Rufei's offer to light it for him.
Then, two bright beams of light shot out from his eyes and struck the tip of the cigarette, instantly setting it ablaze.
He took a deep drag and contentedly blew out a perfect ring of smoke.
It was so cool it was off the charts.
Everyone was shocked senseless, their faces masks of disbelief.
How was this possible? Lighting a cigarette with rays from his eyes?
What shocked them even more was that Zhang Bin's eyes suddenly lit up like two suns, radiant and brilliant.
Golden rays then burst forth, seeming to bend around corners as they covered the entire drying ground.
Instantly, a white mist rose as the moisture within the grain evaporated. It was clear the light was intensely hot, even more so than the sun in the sky.
