Chapter 72 — Using Your Son to Pay Off the Meal Bill
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 3
"I am not in the habit of owing favors. Since I ate the City Lord's food, even if he will not take it, I must pay. We castoffs of the Wasteland may be a little poor, but we still have some backbone.
" Shen Mu's smile was bright as sunlight.
His hand opened; the pouch fell to the ground, dragon coins spilling out one after another, scattering across the floor, some rolling through the cracks into the lake. "The meal money is paid.
It's time I was going. City Lord — ladies and gentlemen — this boy takes his leave. " He stepped back a few paces, turned, and walked off, treading the waves, laughing loudly: "Heroes all, drinking deep at the feast — I killed your son to pay for my meal!
Splendid, splendid! " Ling Yuxiu blinked her bright, beautiful eyes, wanting to call him back. She thought it over and held her tongue. She was, after all, a guest of the City Lord's mansion — an honored guest, true, but it was she who had brought Shen Mu into it, and now Shen Mu had killed the City Lord's son in public; it truly would not do for her to be too closely entangled with him.
The cult leader's widow placed herself in front of Fu Yundi, blocking his gaze toward Shen Mu, and said with a smile: "Since none of you dare take the Great Dark Demon Scripture, I shall keep it myself.
Farewell! " With that, her figure flickered and vanished. "You think you can leave!
" The Black Venerable barked and shot out. The sallow-faced woman, the white-browed elder, and the others all rushed out after the cult leader's widow.
Fu Yundi hesitated a moment, then summoned a Transcendent of the City Lord's mansion and said rapidly: "Take men and follow that youth.
Kill him and avenge Yue'er! And bury Yue'er with all honor.
. . " With that, he too set off in the direction the cult leader's widow had gone. Compared with avenging his own son, the Great Dark Demon Scripture mattered more!
Ling Yuxiu quietly rose and, on tiptoe, made to slip out of the ruins of Zhenjiang Tower — when suddenly Shen Feiyue's tall figure appeared behind her. "Princess, no more of this mischief. " Shen Feiyue's gaze was deep.
"The Imperial Preceptor of Jingping's army is already near.
" Ling Yuxiu slumped. She muttered: "I haven't even had my fill of fun on this outing. . .
" Shen Feiyue's eyes softened. Gently he said: "If the Seventh Princess is fond of that youth, then when the Wasteland is annexed into the territory of Jingping, we need only summon him into the palace and grant him the post of eunuch steward.
Then he could keep the Seventh Princess company often. "