"Really?" Song Qingshu showed a flicker of interest.
Seeing the lewd smile on the man before her, Tianshan Tonglao simmered with rage. But the situation left her no choice, so she could only restrain herself. "Of course it's true."
"Exactly how many is several dozen?" Song Qingshu pressed for details.
Tianshan Tonglao forced down her anger. "How many do you want?"
"The more, the better." Watching the little girl get angry, Song Qingshu could not help feeling amused.
"Would a hundred do?" Tianshan Tonglao's voice turned cold, and she could no longer suppress the killing intent in it.
"Yes, yes." Song Qingshu rubbed his hands together with a chuckle, looking as though he had gotten an enormous bargain.
Tianshan Tonglao finally let out a breath, thinking that once they reached Lingjiu Palace, she would show him what it meant to beg for death but be unable to die!
Song Qingshu paced around excitedly twice before finally stopping, looking reluctant. "Forget it. A hundred little girls may be nice, but until I actually get them, they're flowers in a mirror and the moon in water. We people of the martial world live with our lives on the edge of a blade. After today, we may not see tomorrow's sun. Better to enjoy the wine before us."
Tianshan Tonglao's expression changed slightly. "What do you mean?"
Song Qingshu chuckled. "I mean, spending one night with a pretty little girl like you is enough. We can talk about those hundred girls later."
"How dare you!" Tianshan Tonglao was dumbfounded. She had never imagined she would face such a predicament. Normally, trash like him could not come within ten feet of her. Even if one did appear, a flick of her finger would make him wish he were dead. But it had to be