C1089 Great god of small temple

Uncle Wu took out a broken cloth bag from his pocket, which contained the dried tobacco leaves.

He rubbed a dry cigarette in a familiar manner, lit a fire with the fire piston, and took a deep breath. He exerted a bit too much force and began to cough loudly.

I hurried over and patted his back. "Slow down. Slow down. Don't choke."

"Ai, good child