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Listening to this Little Dun Dun, Qi Xiaomian couldn't help but praise him with different words, fully convinced that this clever little rascal had sensed his murderous intent and was teasing him about it.
Just as he was about to say something more, Little Dun Dun was snatched away by the woman beside him. Qi Xiaomian looked at her with a half-smile, momentarily forgetting that this woman was fiercely protective.
She set Little Dun Dun down and instructed Buddha Treasure to take him to his room, sharing her snacks with the little one. In just a few words, she managed to coax the two little ones away.
Once the children were out of sight, Sang Qingxiao turned to him, her expression unreadable. Qi Xiaomian quickly straightened up and put on a smile.
What’s wrong? Are you so used to being in the Office of Censors that you feel uncomfortable without seeing some blood every day? You even harbored murderous intent against such a small child?
Why do you keep coming to me? Is it because you envy that I know your secrets and want to find my weaknesses by getting closer, then seize the opportunity to take my life?
A series of questions made Qi Xiaomian's smile falter; he truly felt wronged. Although he didn’t understand why he often found excuses to come here, he had never thought of killing Sang Qingxiao.
Even when they were not familiar with each other, right after she discovered his secret, Qi Xiaomian only thought about how to make this woman useful for him.
Miss Sang, you’re overthinking it. With all your troubles, how could I possibly kill you?
Besides, didn’t I also have murderous thoughts about Buddha Treasure not long ago? I even wanted to swallow it whole. But what happened? Following your advice to interact more with it has allowed me to resist the temptations of demon kings now.
Rather than indulging in slaughter to appease the demon within me, I prefer to control it.
Miss Sang, our relationship can definitely develop into friendship.
These days, I have helped you as well. You should trust me. Regardless of why you came to Jingjing City, I believe there will still be ways I can assist you in the future.
Of course, I also have my own requests from you.
First of all, regarding business matters—Yong Huai and the others can't resolve certain issues and will need your assistance; we can negotiate a price. Secondly, on a personal note, for instance today, besides coming to buy Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, I am also interested in your weapons.
Hmph, I noticed something was off with your gaze that day.
Your weapons are truly unique in this world; they are astonishing. They can be used against both humans and demons, can be combined freely, hidden in secret places, and even summoned from a distance.
As for wrapping up matters at Pang Manor, it was merely moving some boxes—something that could easily be delegated to subordinates. Yet Qi Xiaomian chose to wait until the end; he wanted to see how those weapons were collected.
Sure enough, when two hours passed, Pang Residence slowly descended. Once the house stabilized, the weapons quickly detached and shattered into pieces, floating in mid-air and orderly retreating towards Small Tavern.
Qi Xiaomian had attempted to intercept one piece but found that little thing seemed almost sentient; it was fierce and charged at him when he tried to stop it. Fortunately, he reacted quickly; his fingertip only received a small cut. Had he been any slower, his entire hand would have been ruined.
The little thing stained with blood seemed disdainful; after spinning around a few times and dropping the blood droplets, it sped up to catch up with the front line.
Qi Xiaomian continued testing: Miss Sang, do you know where these weapons come from? Or perhaps they originated from your hands?
No matter where they come from, don’t think about it.
"Miss Sang, everything in this world has a price. Just name your price."
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