The Great Immortal Firmly Objects

When Zhang Liang scrambled and crawled over to the table, pulled out the stopper, and saw that the tea leaves were still inside, the shock and delight on his face were beyond words.

For an instant, he even felt that Qin He secretly drinking his tea earlier was not quite so unacceptable after all.

That tiny bottle of tea leaves was half his fortune.

"My lord, what happened to you?" Qin He blinked, his face full of concern.

Zhang Liang carefully tucked the Jade Bottle into his robes, glared at Qin He, and snapped, "Who told you to sit in my seat? And you even dared to drink my tea?"

"Well... tea should be shared, drunk together. Otherwise it gets lonely. My lord, you wouldn't be that stingy, would you?" Qin He asked earnestly.

"Me... stingy? Pah!" Zhang Liang's eyes widened, but he quickly came to his senses and demanded, "Is this a matter of whether I'm stingy or not? Get your ass back to burning corpses!"

"Okay." Qin He nodded, patted his backside, and returned to the Cage.

Zhang Liang grew even more furious at the sight. Pointing at Qin He, he snapped, "Ji Daye, throw that wolf demon's corpse to him for stitching. Work him to death for me!!"

"Yes."

Only after Ji Daye answered did Zhang Liang leave. But before he had taken more than a few steps, another miserable howl suddenly rang out. "Aoo~"

"My lord, what's wrong?" Ji Daye jumped in alarm and hurried over to support him.

"I... I pulled it again."

"My lord, shall this lowly one take a look?"

"Fine, look."

"How is it?"

"My lord... um... it's a little small... I couldn't see clearly at first glance."

Zhang Liang: "Damn it, I told you to look at this..."

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