Chapter fifty four

"Your horn can be used as a great way to make money."

"It would take me over twenty years to grow it back—-I'm not giving it to a child who hasn't even lived half a century."

Dragons are prideful about three things: Wealth, power, and their horns.

Maybe also their children and family as well—-depends on who they are though.

"I'm not leaving without the horn."

Feng Jie got up, sighing as he snatched the hairpin out of his hair—-longer than one would've expected.

Stabbing her—-with the hairpin, as blood bled, coming from the heart and through the clothes onto the cobblestone streets.

"Your blood reeks, I don't even want to drink it—-at all."

"He stabbed her…."

"With a rather refined hairpin that costs a decent penny."

"He stabbed her….he killed someone, and for once I'm glad he did."

"Bai Cha, are you crazy?"

"Haru, don't look at me like that—-your not one to talk, at all."