Six Bulls and Two Tigers

Want?

Do you really want it?

A thousand merit points to buy this thing?

Qiu Shan did not believe him. He looked down at the iron lump in Han Muye's hand.

It was the same lump.

"Liu Hong, come here!"

Qiu Shan shouted and Liu Hong, who was wearing a white robe, ran over.

"Uncle-Master, did you call me?"

Liu Hong smiled and leaned towards Qiu Shan. He lowered his voice. "Are you giving me a commission?"

Qiu Shan glared at him and said, "Kid, this is Senior Brother Han, who is guarding the Sword Pavilion. You have to call him Uncle-Master. Don't show off your little tricks."

Liu Hong's face stiffened and he shouted, "Uncle-Master, Uncle-Master?"

He turned to look at Han Muye behind him, his face pale.

"Senior Brother Han, every piece of trash becomes a treasure in this kid's mouth."

"Don't believe him." Qiu Shan also looked at Han Muye and shook his head.