Xiao "soon to become filthy rich" Qinghe felt wonderfully refreshed. Grabbing the beauty's hand, he dashed outside.
Pay me enough, and I'll act out any scene you want!
The sooner he found news of the little building, the sooner he could return to his sect and report to his master.
And the trashy system had revealed that clues about the boy in red were out on the streets, too.
Find the little building and flush out the Female Demon-two birds with one stone. What could be better?
Xiao Qinghe was delighted.
Then, through the Ghost King Spirit Pill, he sensed a trace of glee that Xie Jun had inadvertently let slip.
Why was she happy, too?
Was she looking forward to splitting the spoils afterward? Fifty-fifty, five thousand taels of gold each?
Behind them, the city lord was working his abacus, looking ready to cry, as though he might start whimpering at any moment.
The gold left in his vault could not withstand another price increase.
Sob.
The steward asked cautiously, "My lord, should we still carry out the arrangements Young Hero Xie requested last night?"
"If we don't, and the Female Demon doesn't take the bait, are you going to spend the wedding night with me on the full moon to lure her out?"
The steward: "..."
That was vicious!
By then, Xiao Qinghe had reached the gates of the city lord's residence.
Xie Jun lowered her eyes slightly, her gaze resting on the hand Xiao Qinghe had wrapped around hers.
Unlike the tough, rough hands of other cultivators who wielded swords and spears, his hand was slender and long, with clearly defined joints.
His skin was snowy, delicate, soft, and so thin.
Faint blue veins showed beneath it.
There was a cool sensuality to it, perfectly suited for...