The price?
What other price could I possibly pay? The little monk was practically in tears.
His collapsed body struggled to prop itself up, but he felt utterly powerless.
It seemed that, aside from what Xu Xiaoshou had just said—stripping off all his clothes and throwing them out to feed the dogs—there was no other so-called "price" left to be wrung from him, was there? "Xu Xiaoshou!"
Mu Zixi finally could not stand it any longer. "How can you bully him? He's still just a child!"
"Bully him?"
Xu Xiaoshou was amused. "Little Junior Sister, can you wake up a little? Your Senior Brother is standing up for you here."
"But..."
Mu Zixi hesitated at once.
That was true! She had been hunted for no reason, and having a Senior Brother like this stand up for her was exactly what she had dreamed of, wasn't it? But...
Watching the little monk be utterly crushed, step by step, beneath Xu Xiaoshou's gaze—from his words to his very spirit—and then have even the last treasure on him stripped away...
If she did not speak up to stop it, would this monk end up not even having his skin left? "Isn't this standing up for me a bit too much..."
The little girl muttered.
The little monk was too miserable.
Even though she was the victim, her sympathy could not help overflowing at this moment.
"How about... we just let it go?"
"He's already like this..." Mu Zixi pointed timidly at the little monk on the ground.
"Mhm, mhm, mhm." Unhappy nodded furiously.
Looking at the female benefactor whom he had once considered a demon, his gaze was incredibly affectionate.
"What could he possibly be like?"
Xu Xiaoshou rolled his eyes. "He hasn't lost an arm or broken a leg. He's got two