Zui Xian Ju

"B-Bro, big bro, it's New Year's—don't joke around like this..." The little shopkeeper was dumbfounded. It would have been one thing if he hadn't seen the Dragon Horn, but it was right there in front of him, and now Qin He said it wasn't for sale?

It was like the courtesan queen of Cuiqing Brothel had washed herself squeaky clean, and just as you had stripped naked and were preparing to devote every skill and ounce of strength in your life to the great cause of continuing the Human Race, she wrapped herself back up, turned around, and said she wasn't selling anymore.

Who could stand that?

Wouldn't you be driven mad with pent-up frustration, desperate to find a hole to crawl into?

"I'm not joking."

Qin He reached out, took the Dragon Horn back from the little shopkeeper's hands, stuffed it into the Armpit Space, and tossed it in.

A Dragon Horn was something that would never be hard to sell. It could be sold anytime.

It was hard currency, as hard as stone. Keeping it might even prove useful for something else.

Qin He possessed the alchemy art to refine Dragon Horns, though he was still missing many supplementary ingredients.

When money was sufficient, there was no need to rush, because there were always other possibilities.

"No, no, no, big bro, big bro... that's not very fair of you."

After that, the little shopkeeper exhausted every good word he knew, but Qin He remained stubbornly shaking his head. Seeing the Dragon Horn about to slip away from him, the little shopkeeper anxiously said, "Bro, I'll treat you to drinks!"

Qin He's eyes immediately lit up slightly. "Drinks?"

"Zui Xian Ju. There are girls and fine wine, hehehe." The little shopkeeper revealed a lecherous grin, the kind where both