Chapter 189 - 188: The Daoist Dies, But not by My Hand
Mu Xi had lived for so many years, yet he had never found it as difficult to seek a person as he did now, like acting crazy and throwing tantrums, not to mention having to spend silver. In the past, everyone listened to him, but when it came to confronting Qin Liuxi, all of his men were stopped, claiming that they were from the Mystic Sect and that they could not afford to offend.
How infuriating!
Now, after splurging money, he finally got to see Qin Liuxi again.
Qin Liuxi’s eyelids twitched, ignoring Mu Xi’s attire which made him look like a fiery turkey, red as fire, his mind echoing only the sentence that Qing Yuan didn’t take his silver for nothing.
He didn’t take it for nothing, silver!
Qing Yuan, this sly old guy, is asking for a beating.
Achoo, achoo.
Qing Yuan took off his hairpin, lay down on the couch, covered himself with a blanket, and pretended to be dead.
Qin Liuxi glanced at Mu Xi: "How much silver did Qing Yuan take from you?"
"I, your lordship, added up to a total of one thousand taels of incense oil before he said you would come," Mu Xi spoke with a tone of resentment, "What a little God Stick you are, with such an important position. Your lordship even had to specifically come to the Daoist Temple to find you. But you know your place, not deceiving your lordship, you really are the little God Stick of this rundown temple."
"Rundown temple?" Qin Liuxi narrowed his eyes.