A Pair of Little Girls

Before long, the two burlap sacks were untied.

They really were two women, very young, practically trussed up like dumplings, with their mouths gagged as well.

At the sight, Qin He could not help rubbing his temples.

Fucking endless meddling.

After rubbing his temples, Qin He let out a soft breath. His figure and appearance shifted, turning into the brothel keeper's likeness. He gave a light cough and stepped out from the shadows.

When the five or six men saw Qin He, delight appeared on their faces.

The Thunder-Mouth leading them laughed loudly. "Second Master, come take a look. We brought them back early for you."

Qin He slowly approached, then lowered his head to inspect the two bound girls.

At a closer look, his eyes lit up slightly.

Well now—what two pretty little girls!

They looked exactly alike, a pair of twins, around fifteen or sixteen years old.

Round little faces, neither too plump nor too thin; delicate noses tilted slightly upward, cherry-red mouths, skin as white as snow. Their figures were still somewhat childish, but in another two years, once they had fully grown into themselves, they would definitely be first-rate beauties.

At that moment, the two struggled desperately with muffled "mmphs," their wide almond-shaped eyes filled with terror.

Yet it was not only their looks that surprised Qin He, but also the spiritual charm surrounding them.

It was not exaggerated enough to call it innate spiritual grace, but it was still exceptionally good.

If Qin He had any interest in taking disciples, these two girls would barely qualify as registered disciples.

But Qin He had no interest in taking disciples.

He did not like people. He liked animals.

"Where did you tie them up from?" Qin He looked at Thunder-Mouth.

Thunder-Mouth froze, scratching the few sparse hairs