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Only by slowly shifting the perspective backward can one clearly see the owner of the eyes.
A body nearly 100 meters tall lay on its side on the shattered earth, its skin bluish-gray, covered with deep, old wounds that revealed the bone, with unmelted ice crystals and charred debris embedded in the wounds.
He had no limbs, only a thick torso, and the single vertical pupil on his forehead was fixed on his lust without blinking.
"Lust...it's been a long time."
His voice was like two rusty iron plates rubbing together, "Why did you suddenly come?"
The voice of lust was faint: "What does it matter to you whether I come or not? You're crazy, don't bother me, or I'll tear you apart."
"Hahaha--"
Pain suddenly erupted into maniacal laughter, the sound of which caused the cracks in the ground to widen further, and tiny specks of blood even splattered in the purple light.
"Tear me apart?"
I beg you, please tear me apart already!
His vertical pupils contracted with excitement, and beneath his bluish-gray skin, the blood vessels bulged, gleaming with a dark red light.
"Let me tear my flesh apart, let my bones shatter, let me suffer so much that even my soul trembles, let me be in unbearable pain!"
"I wish I were in unbearable pain!!!"
As he spoke, an arm covered in bone spurs stretched out from somewhere, its fingertips hooking onto the huge scythe stuck in the distance.
The blade of the sickle gleamed with a purplish-black light, and its edges were still stained with congealed blood.
He dragged the scythe in front of him, the sound of metal scraping against the ground was so grating it made your teeth ache. Then, his head slowly lowered, his vertical pupil almost touching his lustful face, his breath carrying the smell of decay and blood.
The sound of desire didn't rise, but it was like an invisible blade.
The moment she finished speaking, a silver-white beam a hundred meters wide suddenly burst forth from her palm, moving so fast that even light couldn't keep up.
Before the pain could even react, the vertical pupil on his forehead suddenly lost its luster.
The beam of light precisely severed his head, the cut as clean as frozen ice.
Blood gushed out instantly, like a red waterfall, turning the surrounding purple light dark red.
His massive body crashed to the ground, causing the earth to tremble violently.
But the next second, the severed head suddenly opened its eyes and a strange smile appeared on its lips.
He held up his own head and let out a maniacal laugh.
"Ouch—it hurts so much!"
"It hurts!"
"Hahahaha—Ouch, that hurts!"
"Again! Again!"
"Hahahaha-"
Lust looked at his frenzied appearance, her eyes showing no emotion whatsoever. She simply turned around, her steps still slow and leisurely, as if she had just casually brushed away a speck of dust.
The gray mist wrapped around her body again, and the maniacal laughter behind her was gradually swallowed by deathly silence.
………………
Sunlight filters through the peach grove, casting dappled golden spots that fall onto the plain-colored envelope on Rongrong's fingertips.
The envelope had a faint scent of ink, indicating that it had been mailed recently.
She gently twisted the corner of the envelope between her fingers, opened it, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly more when she saw the handwriting on the letter.
The handwriting was neat and sharp, and the contents of the letter were not unexpected.
As expected, Mu Qinghan had planned ahead and began to fully promote peace between humans and demons.
The letter also included a thin map of the trade routes, with several suitable locations for setting up markets circled in red. It even clearly marked the price difference between the two places and the demon territories to be avoided during transportation.
At the very end, he also mentioned that "he has persuaded the heads of several major families, and will set off for Tushan in three days to discuss the matter in detail."
Rongrong folded the letter and gently tapped her fingertips on the table, making a soft "tap, tap" sound.
The tea on the table was still steaming.
"This kid is even more greedy than I thought."
She chuckled softly, her fingertips tracing the line in the letter: "Medicinal herbs from Tushan will be supplied at 90% of the market price, and human ironware will be offered at a 10% discount." A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes.
A 10% discount? Or a 10% reduction?
Do you really think that the accountant of her Tushan is just for show, unable to see through such a small scheme?
Her fingertips paused, her eyes slightly opened, and a calculating glint flashed in her pupils.
Alternatively, we could agree to his suggestion and then deliberately underreport the yield of medicinal herbs in Tushan when he comes to discuss the matter with his people.
By the way, "There is a lot of damage during transportation, so we have to add 30% to the freight cost"?
Or perhaps they could quietly add a clause to the rules of the trade market: "Tushan is responsible for the venue, and the human race must pay 30% of the rent"?
Anyway, given Mu Qinghan's nature of protecting the Dao Alliance and not wanting to let Tushan suffer losses, he will definitely have to give in in the end. At that time, she can not only earn more, but also keep him from saying a single "no".
But she suppressed the thought as soon as it popped into her head.
She recalled how Ya Ya had hugged the Endless Wine Jar last night and mumbled to her, "I miss Mu Bingkuai..." and the calculation in her eyes faded a little.
Never mind, if Sister Ya Ya knew that she bullied her Mu Bingkuai, she would be unhappy again.
Rongrong picked up her teacup, took a sip of the tea, and felt the aroma spread across her tongue, which also helped to clear her mind.
Actually, when you think about it carefully, Mu Qinghan's suggestion wasn't a bad deal.
Humans' iron weapons are sharp, which can greatly enhance the combat power of the Tushan monsters.
The exchange of goods and services between the two sides is inherently a win-win situation.
As for the amount of profit, it's pointless to fight over such a small gain now. Once the trade between the two tribes is on track, she will have plenty of ways to make up for the "price difference".
After all, when it comes to doing business, no one can beat Tu Shan Rongrong.
She carefully put the envelope away and placed it in a wooden box under the desk.
Sunlight streamed through the window lattice, falling on the wooden box and casting a warm glow.
Rongrong gazed at the peach grove outside the window, her fingertips lightly tapping the table, her eyes filled with composure.
"Let's promote peace first, and we can deal with the rest later."
It's much easier to take action once we find the right balance that satisfies both sides than to rush into taking advantage of him now.
Liu Er leaned against the stone railing, casually twirling a walnut between his fingers, his gaze fixed on the Third Young Master opposite him.
Liu Er raised an eyebrow and finally couldn't help but speak, his tone slightly teasing.
"What's wrong with you? You haven't let your brow down since this morning."
He leaned forward, his eyes full of curiosity. "Did someone upset you again?"
"Or... is that kid ignoring you?"
His eyes were filled with a deep darkness, as if he were seeing a distant danger hidden beyond the clouds.
He opened his mouth, his voice a few decibels lower than usual, "It's not his business."
The Third Young Master's gaze drifted towards the horizon beyond Flower Fruit Mountain.
"Time... is running out."
He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly…
"That old guy outside the circle has been making more and more noise lately."
The smile on Liu Er's face also disappeared. She sat up straight, and the walnut between her fingers stopped turning.
"You mean...that person?"
The third young master neither nodded nor denied it.
"He's about to make a big move..."
"The future is shrouded in darkness, with little hope and a predetermined ending."
"So annoying..."
"You're spouting these empty, unrealistic things again."
"Can you beat them again?"
"It will win."
Chapter 122 An Extraordinary Day
"My name is Li Daniu, and I feel like my pants are soaked."
"If I could do it all over again, I would go to the toilet before leaving the house."
Li Daniu, this demon, can be considered a true "native" of Tushan.
Ever since Lord Fengqi took charge, he had been huddled under the roots of an old locust tree on the north slope of Tushan Mountain, living a life as bland as a piece of pickled vegetable that hadn't been properly pickled.
It's bland, with a slightly astringent taste.
At that time, he had a younger brother named Li Erniu.
Erniu hadn't yet transformed into human form. He was always covered in a fluffy gray ball of fur, following behind him calling "Brother, Brother." When he was hungry, he would rub against his paws for wild fruit.
Li Daniu complained that it was annoying, but he always saved the sweetest mulberries he found for his younger brother.
Before Erniu could gather enough demonic power to transform, a group of human cultivators in green robes stormed in, scooped him up in a net, and kidnapped him.
Later, I heard other little demons gossiping that Erniu had been sold to Black Mountain and was chained up all day, digging coal in the dark mines where he never saw the sun.
Li Daniu squatted under the old locust tree, looking in the direction where Erniu had disappeared, and scratched the soil with his paws.
I felt a little empty inside, but it only lasted for a short while.
He's only known Erniu for ten years, but Yao has a long life ahead of him. Why keep dwelling on this little thing?
The world is vast, but we must first fill our stomachs.