“Wow, is this Changsha? It’s so prosperous.”
“I’ve heard that there have been three defensive wars. If there was no war, it would be more prosperous.”
“Senior Wangchen, I want to eat sugar figurines and sugar gourds. I want a hairpin too.”
“Be gone, where do we monks get the money?”
The dialogue sounded like the whispering of ghosts. It rang gently in the ear, then became clear gradually. Then, all kinds of background noises came.
Li Xianyu opened his eyes and saw a lively and beautiful face tugging at his sleeves. She pointed to the bustling market on both sides, chirping, with a clear voice like an oriole.
This beautiful little girl looked a little familiar. She had a fair face and looked like an attractive apple. She was wearing a simple Taoist robe with a hairpin. She was a female priest.
Li Xianyu looked around and found himself in an ancient city area. The buildings on both sides were very retro, with blue bricks and black tiles. In addition, most of them were wooden buildings.
The streets were densely populated, with people dressed in retro clothes and even coats.
He was mixing with a group of priests, who looked left and right in surprise, like country bumpkins.
Wangchen…
Fuck, I’m in his memories again? Li Xianyu hadn’t been in his memories for a long time. Thinking about it again, the rings on his left thumb must have contained his spirit. Otherwise, Li Xianyu wouldn’t see his past.
He was a little excited. The Demonic Priest was a peak Gokudo Path inheritor. His past must had been brilliant.
Maybe, from his memory, he could steal the cultivation method of the Tri-Element swords. Haha, I will scare Li Peiyun next time with the Sword of Qi too.
At this time, the chief priest turned his head and said in a deep voice, “We’re reaching the general’s office soon. All of you, buck up. Don’t look around, it will damage the image of Quanzhen Sect.”
The disciples of Quanzhen Sect had gone down the mountain to hone their skills, and they had ended up in Changsha, where they participated in the fourth Changsha defense war. Eventually, Changsha fell, and the righteous people who gathered here were largely killed. The Demonic Priest fell, then rose back up inexplicably, and joined the Japanese army, becoming a legend of his era.
Li Xianyu inferred that this was Changsha according to the Demonic Priest’s diary, which he had heard about in the cave.
As he thought about it, he suddenly saw that Wangchen reached out and patted the bottom of a female priest in front of him.
She turned around, her face cold as frost. She frowned, and her face was angry.
My God… So beautiful! Li Xianyu was astonished. She was definitely one of the top three in terms of looks, that he had ever seen in his life.
Her temperament was very unique, a kind of pure and refined charm like San Wu, and the coldness of Ice Shards.
A woman as white as a lotus.
“Wangchen,” said the young priest behind her.
“Not me,” said Wangchen with an upright expression. “The real culprit is Wang Qing.”
The young priest retorted angrily, “Nonsense.”
The vivacious and charming female priest immediately said, “Sister Taisu, I testify that Wang Qing did it.”
The young priest was hysterical.
Sister Taisu looked at Wang Chen and Wang Qing with disgust, before walking to the back of the entourage.
“Wang Qing, what are you muttering about?” the chief priest shouted.
Wang Qing was utterly shaken.
She was Taisu, the senior whom Wang Chen had secretly admired? Well, the worldly views of Wang Chen was still in alignment with the rest. He actually liked his elder sister.
Martial elder sisters were still elder sisters. No, he seemed to like his junior. This was a low blow.
“Senior Wang Chen, I did a good job, right?”
“Yes, it was OK. I’ll find a way to buy you a hairpin. After I get rid of Wang Qing, my love rival, I’ll treat you to a month’s worth of big pig trotters.”
The senior and junior whispered amongst themselves.
Li Xianyu clearly saw that when the younger sister bowed her head, there was gloom in her eyes.
She loved her senior, but her senior liked his elder sister more. This was interesting. However, Li Xianyu recalled that Quanzhen Sect prevented relations with females.
It was a pity that Sister Taisu, a beauty that existed 80 to 90 years ago, was not born in his era. Li Xianyu thought to himself regretfully. The feeling of heartache was akin to reminiscing about those low-grade films in the USB drive after one grew up. As he looked at his goddesses, he would sigh and lament that they were not fated.
He didn’t know if Sister Taisu’s ending was in the Demonic Priest’s memories. He would go back and find her offspring, and bed her.
The people of Quanzhen Sect stayed in Changsha just like this.
At first, the world was peaceful. The disciples of Quanzhen lived a stable life in Changsha for some time. Wang Chen made many friends as a result. The teenagers were far less anxious than their elders, who appeared more solemn and worrisome.
They chatted about nonsense all day. In more beautiful terms, they exchanged their honest views. When they were in the city, they needed money to enjoy themselves. Wang Chen’s little sister pestered him to buy things and food for her. He was bothered by her pestering, so he found a friend, who was a demon descendant, and borrowed some money from him. Alternatively, he slaughtered a few wild and fat sheep sneakily.
Li Xianyu looked at everything silently, but he didn’t feel bored. He just observed the spirit of Wang Chen when he was young.
This period of time should have been one of the happiest periods for the Demonic Priest. The young priest made his first trip down the mountain. He made a lot of friends, flirted with his elder sister, played with his younger sister, and lived his days freely.
Demonic Priest was impulsive and rash. To put it nicely, he did not believe in small traditions. He was a rebellious whistleblower.
In the period of time when he descended the mountain, he drank and ate meat. He was also furtive. He broke the sect rules repeatedly. However, he was a very sociable person. Before long, everyone knew that there was a disciple of Quanzhen Sect named Wang Chen. He was very adept at dealing with things and talking. He was a talent.
He even lost his virginity in the brothel. At the beginning, he heard that the brothel was originally a place for fun. At last, Wang Chen remembered the school’s abstinence commandment and said, “Yamete, yamete. I’m a Taoist disciple and I can’t touch women.”
After several jars of wine, he took the initiative to flirt with the girls. He shouldn’t have said that so fast.
This part of his memories had been cut, after he had walked into the house with the girl. The Demonic Priest had subconsciously rejected this part of his memories, even when he had died.
The most wonderful part had been cut. Li Xianyu was very sad. It was like looking at a porn film halfway, followed by a power failure. It was painful beyond comprehension. The fact that Wang Chen had lost his virginity was more entertaining than the thought of two Gokudo Path inheritors fighting it out. Also, Li Xianyu had entertained some selfish thoughts as well. He wanted to be compared with the Demonic Priest.
This man was the most powerful man amongst the demon descendants’ community in the last hundred years. It was a man’s dream to be compared with him.
He thought of Great-Grandma’s third great-grandson. Although he was imprisoned by various families and used as a reproduction tool, he did not lose out. So many high-quality beauties; this was a dream that was not enjoyed by ordinary people.
On this day, Wang Chen chatted with friends of the same age; everyone gathered together to eat meat and drink.
Intoxicated, Chen Junjie slapped the table and declared, “Japanese invaders are rampant. They are bullying us, it’s ridiculous. Now that all the heroes of the world have gathered in Changsha, we must make the Japanese invaders never return to their homeland.”
Everyone agreed.
Monk Yuanzhi, with a clear face, mimicked a praying motion and said sympathetically, “Along the way, I have seen starvation everywhere. People’s lives are difficult. I hope that the war will end early and world peace will be restored.”
Chen Junjie touched Monk Yuanzhi’s shining bald head. “Well said, I’ll cover the cost of the brothel tonight.”
Little Monk Yuanzhi suddenly blushed, looked down and chanted Amitabha.
This group of guys were just insane. Wang Chen was a broken person in terms of values as well. They broke the lust commandment. A little while later, they persuaded Little Monk Yuanzhi to go to the brothel with them.
It was the first time that Little Monk Yuanzhi had descended the mountain. He didn’t know the scheming ways of the outside world. Nor did he manage to act according to his thoughts.
Fortunately, in the troubled times, rules were meant to be broken. Once he broke the rules, Little Monk Yuanzhi hid in his quilt and cried his eyes out. The next day, he had gotten over it. The people still depended on him to save them. How could he ruin his emotional state over such trivial matters?
Priest Xuanji, who was older than the others, sighed. “Although Fusang is a small place, its boats are sturdy, and its cannons are strong. The soldiers are brave and adept in combat, far better than our soldiers. Hard, it’s hard.”
Xuanji was the youngest uncle of Wang Chen. He was one of the figures of authority in Quanzhen Sect, with a character similar to Wang Chen. Hence, both of them had a bad reputation. He sneaked down the mountain and traveled around the world in the early years. The next year, he fled back to the school, saying that the outside world was utterly terrifying and had scared him to death.
At that time, it was where the Japanese aggressors were at the peak of their powers. They were unstoppable.
Li Xianyu thought to himself, The fall of Changsha seemed to be in 1944. In fact, World War II was almost coming to an end. In 1941, after Japan’s surprise attack on Pearl Harbor, the situation was not optimistic due to domestic and foreign troubles. There was no place for a long war. The crash was approaching.
After listening to Xuanji’s words, everyone fell silent.
This was the background. In 1938, when Wuhan fell, the battle there was recognised as one of the biggest battles of World War II, in terms of defense, time, and enemies killed. At last, the national army was defeated. However, when the Japanese wanted to capture Wuhan (the government and military headquarters were in Wuhan at that time), their purpose of forcing the National Party to surrender and end the war was not achieved. The Japanese went mad as a result. In the next few years, there were three attacks on Changsha, but the tenacious national army resisted those waves of attacks.
This period of history was very interesting. When the Japanese sieged Wuhan, they actually knew that they could not afford it. So, their big army attacked the city and wanted to defeat the National Party and end the war. Who knew that the head of the National Party was very stubborn and refused to surrender. Without Wuhan, they had Changsha; without Changsha, they had Chongqing. Without Chongqing, they would move elsewhere, but they wouldn’t surrender.
Changsha was very important. Both the Chinese and Japanese forces were prepared to fight to the death here. There were more than ten thousand demon descendants gathered here.
“Hmph, empty talk jeopardises national interests and doesn’t solve any problems.”
Two men and a woman walked towards them, side by side. The one who spoke was Cao Jun, the direct descendant of the Cao family.
He was a handsome young man with an extraordinary appearance. The men and women around him were dressed in Taoist robes. The man were elegant and handsome, while the woman was beautiful and refined. They did not carry any anger with them, appearing cold as ice.
Facing the angry looks of all the people, Wang Qing said, “Wang Chen, Elder Xuanji, Elder Xuanzhen asked me to call you over to discuss some matters.”
Xuanji and Wang Chen left the scene.
On the way, Wang Chen sneakily tugged on Sister Taisu’s sleeves, and the latter cast an indifferent look.
Cao Jun, with a sharp eye, saw it and asked, “What are you doing?”
Wang Chen looked at him in disdain. “None of your business.”
“Have you forgotten all the ways you have been taught to behave yourself?” Wang Qing’s elegant face showed some displeasure.
Wang Chen rolled his eyes and said, “I’m talking with Sister Taisu in private. Do you want to listen?”
The two men sneered in unison and walked forward.
Sister Taisu stood at her original position and looked at him blankly.
Wang Chen said with a smile, “Sister, you have been ignoring me recently.”
Taisu did not speak, choosing to give him the cold shoulder.
“Let me tell you, these two guys are not good people. They covet your beauty, especially Cao Jun. He knows that you are close to Wang Qing, so he pretends to make friends with him to get close to you. As for Wang Qing, I won’t say anything more. We all know that he is a hypocrite.” Wang Qing smiled as he badmouthed his two love rivals.
Sister Taisu was famous all over the world. She was regarded as a goddess amongst younger boys. The number of admirers she had was countless. She was innately cold, and did not bow to lust. Wang Chen was only a little scared of Cao Jun.
At a glance, Li Xianyu could see that he was a scheming boy.
Sister Taisu coldly said, “If I don’t get close to them, would I get close to you, an apprentice?”
Wang Chen acted as if he had been wronged. “How am I an apprentice.”
Sister Taisu sneered. “Aren’t the girls at the brothel less romantically ignorant?”
Wang Chen’s expression suddenly froze. It was as if he had been caught cheating by the woman he loved. However, his acting skills surfaced again, as he pleaded, aggrieved, “It must be Wang Qing slandering me in front of you. I didn’t, I was wronged.”
He began to speak ill of Wang Qing again. After a long time, he took out a beautiful bracelet and said in a flattering manner, “Sister, Sister, I bought this specially for you.”
Fuck. Demonic Priest, you are a lackey too.
Taisu’s eyes were fixated on the jade bracelet, as a glimmer flashed across her beautiful eyes.
Li Xianyu looked at her and thought, After all, she’s still a woman. No matter how pure she is, she would also like these beautiful jewelry.
“I couldn’t buy this even with a sack of money. I used silver to buy this,” Wang Chen complained.
This was an era where a sack of rice could not even be bought with a full sack of coins.
“Don’t worry, the silver was not stolen,” he added redundantly.
“How did that come about then?” Sister Taisu stared at him.
“Gambling.”
She was speechless.
“Hey, Sister! Where are you going? You haven’t taken your bracelet! Sister, what did I do wrong again?”
“Wow, is this Changsha? It’s so prosperous.”
“I’ve heard that there have been three defensive wars. If there was no war, it would be more prosperous.”
“Senior Wangchen, I want to eat sugar figurines and sugar gourds. I want a hairpin too.”
“Be gone, where do we monks get the money?”
The dialogue sounded like the whispering of ghosts. It rang gently in the ear, then became clear gradually. Then, all kinds of background noises came.
Li Xianyu opened his eyes and saw a lively and beautiful face tugging at his sleeves. She pointed to the bustling market on both sides, chirping, with a clear voice like an oriole.
This beautiful little girl looked a little familiar. She had a fair face and looked like an attractive apple. She was wearing a simple Taoist robe with a hairpin. She was a female priest.
Li Xianyu looked around and found himself in an ancient city area. The buildings on both sides were very retro, with blue bricks and black tiles. In addition, most of them were wooden buildings.
The streets were densely populated, with people dressed in retro clothes and even coats.
He was mixing with a group of priests, who looked left and right in surprise, like country bumpkins.
Wangchen…
Fuck, I’m in his memories again? Li Xianyu hadn’t been in his memories for a long time. Thinking about it again, the rings on his left thumb must have contained his spirit. Otherwise, Li Xianyu wouldn’t see his past.
He was a little excited. The Demonic Priest was a peak Gokudo Path inheritor. His past must had been brilliant.
Maybe, from his memory, he could steal the cultivation method of the Tri-Element swords. Haha, I will scare Li Peiyun next time with the Sword of Qi too.
At this time, the chief priest turned his head and said in a deep voice, “We’re reaching the general’s office soon. All of you, buck up. Don’t look around, it will damage the image of Quanzhen Sect.”
The disciples of Quanzhen Sect had gone down the mountain to hone their skills, and they had ended up in Changsha, where they participated in the fourth Changsha defense war. Eventually, Changsha fell, and the righteous people who gathered here were largely killed. The Demonic Priest fell, then rose back up inexplicably, and joined the Japanese army, becoming a legend of his era.
Li Xianyu inferred that this was Changsha according to the Demonic Priest’s diary, which he had heard about in the cave.
As he thought about it, he suddenly saw that Wangchen reached out and patted the bottom of a female priest in front of him.
She turned around, her face cold as frost. She frowned, and her face was angry.
My God… So beautiful! Li Xianyu was astonished. She was definitely one of the top three in terms of looks, that he had ever seen in his life.
Her temperament was very unique, a kind of pure and refined charm like San Wu, and the coldness of Ice Shards.
A woman as white as a lotus.
“Wangchen,” said the young priest behind her.
“Not me,” said Wangchen with an upright expression. “The real culprit is Wang Qing.”
The young priest retorted angrily, “Nonsense.”
The vivacious and charming female priest immediately said, “Sister Taisu, I testify that Wang Qing did it.”
The young priest was hysterical.
Sister Taisu looked at Wang Chen and Wang Qing with disgust, before walking to the back of the entourage.
“Wang Qing, what are you muttering about?” the chief priest shouted.
Wang Qing was utterly shaken.
She was Taisu, the senior whom Wang Chen had secretly admired? Well, the worldly views of Wang Chen was still in alignment with the rest. He actually liked his elder sister.
Martial elder sisters were still elder sisters. No, he seemed to like his junior. This was a low blow.
“Senior Wang Chen, I did a good job, right?”
“Yes, it was OK. I’ll find a way to buy you a hairpin. After I get rid of Wang Qing, my love rival, I’ll treat you to a month’s worth of big pig trotters.”
The senior and junior whispered amongst themselves.
Li Xianyu clearly saw that when the younger sister bowed her head, there was gloom in her eyes.
She loved her senior, but her senior liked his elder sister more. This was interesting. However, Li Xianyu recalled that Quanzhen Sect prevented relations with females.
It was a pity that Sister Taisu, a beauty that existed 80 to 90 years ago, was not born in his era. Li Xianyu thought to himself regretfully. The feeling of heartache was akin to reminiscing about those low-grade films in the USB drive after one grew up. As he looked at his goddesses, he would sigh and lament that they were not fated.
He didn’t know if Sister Taisu’s ending was in the Demonic Priest’s memories. He would go back and find her offspring, and bed her.
The people of Quanzhen Sect stayed in Changsha just like this.
At first, the world was peaceful. The disciples of Quanzhen lived a stable life in Changsha for some time. Wang Chen made many friends as a result. The teenagers were far less anxious than their elders, who appeared more solemn and worrisome.
They chatted about nonsense all day. In more beautiful terms, they exchanged their honest views. When they were in the city, they needed money to enjoy themselves. Wang Chen’s little sister pestered him to buy things and food for her. He was bothered by her pestering, so he found a friend, who was a demon descendant, and borrowed some money from him. Alternatively, he slaughtered a few wild and fat sheep sneakily.
Li Xianyu looked at everything silently, but he didn’t feel bored. He just observed the spirit of Wang Chen when he was young.
This period of time should have been one of the happiest periods for the Demonic Priest. The young priest made his first trip down the mountain. He made a lot of friends, flirted with his elder sister, played with his younger sister, and lived his days freely.
Demonic Priest was impulsive and rash. To put it nicely, he did not believe in small traditions. He was a rebellious whistleblower.
In the period of time when he descended the mountain, he drank and ate meat. He was also furtive. He broke the sect rules repeatedly. However, he was a very sociable person. Before long, everyone knew that there was a disciple of Quanzhen Sect named Wang Chen. He was very adept at dealing with things and talking. He was a talent.
He even lost his virginity in the brothel. At the beginning, he heard that the brothel was originally a place for fun. At last, Wang Chen remembered the school’s abstinence commandment and said, “Yamete, yamete. I’m a Taoist disciple and I can’t touch women.”
After several jars of wine, he took the initiative to flirt with the girls. He shouldn’t have said that so fast.
This part of his memories had been cut, after he had walked into the house with the girl. The Demonic Priest had subconsciously rejected this part of his memories, even when he had died.
The most wonderful part had been cut. Li Xianyu was very sad. It was like looking at a porn film halfway, followed by a power failure. It was painful beyond comprehension. The fact that Wang Chen had lost his virginity was more entertaining than the thought of two Gokudo Path inheritors fighting it out. Also, Li Xianyu had entertained some selfish thoughts as well. He wanted to be compared with the Demonic Priest.
This man was the most powerful man amongst the demon descendants’ community in the last hundred years. It was a man’s dream to be compared with him.
He thought of Great-Grandma’s third great-grandson. Although he was imprisoned by various families and used as a reproduction tool, he did not lose out. So many high-quality beauties; this was a dream that was not enjoyed by ordinary people.
On this day, Wang Chen chatted with friends of the same age; everyone gathered together to eat meat and drink.
Intoxicated, Chen Junjie slapped the table and declared, “Japanese invaders are rampant. They are bullying us, it’s ridiculous. Now that all the heroes of the world have gathered in Changsha, we must make the Japanese invaders never return to their homeland.”
Everyone agreed.
Monk Yuanzhi, with a clear face, mimicked a praying motion and said sympathetically, “Along the way, I have seen starvation everywhere. People’s lives are difficult. I hope that the war will end early and world peace will be restored.”
Chen Junjie touched Monk Yuanzhi’s shining bald head. “Well said, I’ll cover the cost of the brothel tonight.”
Little Monk Yuanzhi suddenly blushed, looked down and chanted Amitabha.
This group of guys were just insane. Wang Chen was a broken person in terms of values as well. They broke the lust commandment. A little while later, they persuaded Little Monk Yuanzhi to go to the brothel with them.
It was the first time that Little Monk Yuanzhi had descended the mountain. He didn’t know the scheming ways of the outside world. Nor did he manage to act according to his thoughts.
Fortunately, in the troubled times, rules were meant to be broken. Once he broke the rules, Little Monk Yuanzhi hid in his quilt and cried his eyes out. The next day, he had gotten over it. The people still depended on him to save them. How could he ruin his emotional state over such trivial matters?
Priest Xuanji, who was older than the others, sighed. “Although Fusang is a small place, its boats are sturdy, and its cannons are strong. The soldiers are brave and adept in combat, far better than our soldiers. Hard, it’s hard.”
Xuanji was the youngest uncle of Wang Chen. He was one of the figures of authority in Quanzhen Sect, with a character similar to Wang Chen. Hence, both of them had a bad reputation. He sneaked down the mountain and traveled around the world in the early years. The next year, he fled back to the school, saying that the outside world was utterly terrifying and had scared him to death.
At that time, it was where the Japanese aggressors were at the peak of their powers. They were unstoppable.
Li Xianyu thought to himself, The fall of Changsha seemed to be in 1944. In fact, World War II was almost coming to an end. In 1941, after Japan’s surprise attack on Pearl Harbor, the situation was not optimistic due to domestic and foreign troubles. There was no place for a long war. The crash was approaching.
After listening to Xuanji’s words, everyone fell silent.
This was the background. In 1938, when Wuhan fell, the battle there was recognised as one of the biggest battles of World War II, in terms of defense, time, and enemies killed. At last, the national army was defeated. However, when the Japanese wanted to capture Wuhan (the government and military headquarters were in Wuhan at that time), their purpose of forcing the National Party to surrender and end the war was not achieved. The Japanese went mad as a result. In the next few years, there were three attacks on Changsha, but the tenacious national army resisted those waves of attacks.
This period of history was very interesting. When the Japanese sieged Wuhan, they actually knew that they could not afford it. So, their big army attacked the city and wanted to defeat the National Party and end the war. Who knew that the head of the National Party was very stubborn and refused to surrender. Without Wuhan, they had Changsha; without Changsha, they had Chongqing. Without Chongqing, they would move elsewhere, but they wouldn’t surrender.
Changsha was very important. Both the Chinese and Japanese forces were prepared to fight to the death here. There were more than ten thousand demon descendants gathered here.
“Hmph, empty talk jeopardises national interests and doesn’t solve any problems.”
Two men and a woman walked towards them, side by side. The one who spoke was Cao Jun, the direct descendant of the Cao family.
He was a handsome young man with an extraordinary appearance. The men and women around him were dressed in Taoist robes. The man were elegant and handsome, while the woman was beautiful and refined. They did not carry any anger with them, appearing cold as ice.
Facing the angry looks of all the people, Wang Qing said, “Wang Chen, Elder Xuanji, Elder Xuanzhen asked me to call you over to discuss some matters.”
Xuanji and Wang Chen left the scene.
On the way, Wang Chen sneakily tugged on Sister Taisu’s sleeves, and the latter cast an indifferent look.
Cao Jun, with a sharp eye, saw it and asked, “What are you doing?”
Wang Chen looked at him in disdain. “None of your business.”
“Have you forgotten all the ways you have been taught to behave yourself?” Wang Qing’s elegant face showed some displeasure.
Wang Chen rolled his eyes and said, “I’m talking with Sister Taisu in private. Do you want to listen?”
The two men sneered in unison and walked forward.
Sister Taisu stood at her original position and looked at him blankly.
Wang Chen said with a smile, “Sister, you have been ignoring me recently.”
Taisu did not speak, choosing to give him the cold shoulder.
“Let me tell you, these two guys are not good people. They covet your beauty, especially Cao Jun. He knows that you are close to Wang Qing, so he pretends to make friends with him to get close to you. As for Wang Qing, I won’t say anything more. We all know that he is a hypocrite.” Wang Qing smiled as he badmouthed his two love rivals.
Sister Taisu was famous all over the world. She was regarded as a goddess amongst younger boys. The number of admirers she had was countless. She was innately cold, and did not bow to lust. Wang Chen was only a little scared of Cao Jun.
At a glance, Li Xianyu could see that he was a scheming boy.
Sister Taisu coldly said, “If I don’t get close to them, would I get close to you, an apprentice?”
Wang Chen acted as if he had been wronged. “How am I an apprentice.”
Sister Taisu sneered. “Aren’t the girls at the brothel less romantically ignorant?”
Wang Chen’s expression suddenly froze. It was as if he had been caught cheating by the woman he loved. However, his acting skills surfaced again, as he pleaded, aggrieved, “It must be Wang Qing slandering me in front of you. I didn’t, I was wronged.”
He began to speak ill of Wang Qing again. After a long time, he took out a beautiful bracelet and said in a flattering manner, “Sister, Sister, I bought this specially for you.”
Fuck. Demonic Priest, you are a lackey too.
Taisu’s eyes were fixated on the jade bracelet, as a glimmer flashed across her beautiful eyes.
Li Xianyu looked at her and thought, After all, she’s still a woman. No matter how pure she is, she would also like these beautiful jewelry.
“I couldn’t buy this even with a sack of money. I used silver to buy this,” Wang Chen complained.
This was an era where a sack of rice could not even be bought with a full sack of coins.
“Don’t worry, the silver was not stolen,” he added redundantly.
“How did that come about then?” Sister Taisu stared at him.
“Gambling.”
She was speechless.
“Hey, Sister! Where are you going? You haven’t taken your bracelet! Sister, what did I do wrong again?”
