Being caught by the hand of a Holy Dragon Master, what an honor was that? Mu Nan felt like he was almost floating. The source of this content ɪs novel⁂fire.net
Out of the corner of her eye, Mu Hanyan unintentionally noticed that the wrist Mu Nan had been grabbed by Wenren Qingqiu was suddenly marked with five greasy fingerprints, sending a chill through her heart: this Holy Dragon Master was indeed terribly unkempt.
"How much?" Wenren Qingqiu immediately asked, as if he feared him changing his mind.
"This..." Mu Nan was still a bit dizzy, he hadn’t ever thought about how much the medicinal herbs could sell for, so he had never paid attention to it; when Wenren Qingqiu asked, it was all suddenly black before his eyes.
"No need for this and that, no matter how much it is, I’ll buy it all. Let me pay you a deposit first to stop you from changing your mind," Wenren Qingqiu waved his hand magnanimously and said. After speaking, he reached into his robe to get money.
He rummaged and rummaged, but his hand did not come out, and the expression on his face changed from excitement at the beginning to confusion, furrowing his eyebrows and pondering deeply.
Thinking and thinking, he finally took out his hand.
One would have thought he would take out a stack of silver notes, but upon seeing clearly what he was holding, several people present were petrified.
They saw in his greasy hand was an even greasier chicken leg, which he pondered on while naturally putting it into his mouth.
"I remember now, the silver notes seem to have all been spent on chicken legs along the way. I don’t have a single penny left on me," Wenren Qingqiu finally remembered where his silver notes went. Had it been someone else, they would have had a flash of insight and slapped their forehead, but he instead took a big bite of the chicken leg.
Having said that, he then realized everyone was watching him. With a slightly embarrassed look, he glanced at Mu Nan and others, holding the chicken leg and hungrily devouring it while reaching into his robe again.
Mu Hanyan and the others thought that this time he would take out some valuable personal item to temporarily replace the money but, when he reached out his hand again, Mu Hanyan and the others were once again dumbfounded.
"Sorry about this, I forgot about it. I still have a few chicken legs here, do you want some?" Wenren Qingqiu asked apologetically while holding a few chicken legs.
Everyone just stared at him, momentarily unsure of how to respond.
Could this Holy Dragon Master really be so fond of chicken legs? Given his status, he surely shouldn’t be short on money, yet it was all spent on chicken legs? Did he eat chicken legs for every meal? For snacks too? And even supper? Wait, after eating so many chicken legs without vegetables, could he still manage to go smoothly to the bathroom? Ah, spit! Mu Hanyan shook her head, trying to clear the disgustingly random thoughts.
"Um, thank you. We aren’t hungry," Mu Nan regained his senses and said to Wenren Qingqiu.
It was nearly noon, and to say they weren’t hungry would be a lie. Seeing the shiny, golden tempting chicken legs, Mu Nan secretly swallowed, but then he saw those greasy hands and thought the chicken leg had been directly stuffed into his pocket, and his appetite vanished.
"If you’re not hungry, that’s fine. All the money has been spent, I might as well keep these to stave off the hunger on the way back," Wenren Qingqiu was not at all polite, he said, and then stuffed the chicken leg back into his robe.
Mu Hanyan and the others silently mourned for his Holy Dragon Robe, which had probably been passed down for hundreds or thousands of years: the outside was already this dirty, and one could only imagine the state inside. Despite the filth, the Holy Dragon Master still ate with relish. Truly, he was messy and had a strong taste. Worthy of being a Holy Dragon Master indeed; who else could reach such a Realm!