Under the Bitter Love Tree, Chi Musheng, wearing a mask and holding a jade flute, arrived as promised. He looked up at the hundred-meter-high tree trunk, but after just one glance, his pupils focused and he hesitated for a moment before suddenly looking down.

Tu Shan Honghong slowly descended from the sky, her toes lightly touching the ground, her clothes swaying in the wind, a truly beautiful sight.

She walked step by step to Chi Musheng and stood there quietly, her emerald green eyes reflecting his image.

Chi Musheng broke out in a cold sweat. Oh no, he'd seen something he shouldn't have. Would Tu Shan Honghong beat him up?

Tu Shan Honghong's gaze put immense pressure on Chi Musheng. Among all his clients, Tu Shan Honghong was the most unpredictable, capable of taking action at any moment.

Whenever Chi Musheng thought about being dominated by Tu Shan Honghong's iron fist, he felt a chill run down his spine. It was real pain, not fake pain.

If it weren't for the healing ointment that Cui Yuling gave him, he probably wouldn't have recovered in ten days or half a month.

Tu Shan Honghong raised her hand, wanting to touch Chi Musheng's cheek.

Unexpectedly, Chi Musheng instinctively took a step back, dodging Tu Shan Honghong's palm. In the past, every time Tu Shan Honghong raised her hand towards him, it meant she was going to hit him, without exception.

After waiting for two seconds, Chi Musheng dared to look at Tu Shan Honghong to confirm that Tu Shan Honghong did not intend to hit him.

"Boss, what would you like to hear tonight?" Chi Musheng gave a stiff smile, trying to change the subject.

Tu Shan Honghong touched her hand briefly, then withdrew it. Was he afraid of her? Was she that scary?

Yes, it's terrifying. At least many demons in Tushan don't dare to greet Tushan Honghong.

"I don't want to listen to music today, I want to drink," Tu Shan Honghong said in a ventriloquism.

"?"

Chi Musheng was taken aback. If you want to drink, then drink. Why are you talking to him? Do you expect him to drink with you?

He refuses to drink with customers. After being tricked into drinking with them once when he first started in this line of work, he vowed that he would never drink with customers again, no matter what they said, because people are prone to losing control when drunk.

Seeing that Chi Musheng did not respond, Tu Shan Honghong clenched her fists, her tone slightly annoyed, "You drink with me."

She provides the drinks and the money, yet you dawdle around while she's drinking; it makes me want to punch her.

"Boss, we agreed that I would only be responsible for helping people fall asleep and coaxing them to sleep, not for accompanying them to drinks. I'm not that kind of person," Chi Musheng said with a forced smile, taking two steps back.

Just kidding. If he drinks with Tu Shan Hong Hong and says something he shouldn't after drinking, he's absolutely certain that Tu Shan Hong Hong will give him a set of Fox Fist armor.

"I don't remember when I said that," Tu Shan Honghong said, enunciating each word clearly, her expression serious and earnest, as if it were a serious matter.

Although foxes are supposed to be reasonable, the reasoning is in her hands.

Tu Shan Honghong took a step forward, and Chi Musheng took a step back, until their backs were pressed against the Bitter Love Tree, and they realized that they had nowhere left to retreat.

"Boss, I think..." Before Chi Musheng could finish speaking, he saw Tu Shan Honghong handing him a stack of silver notes.

?

Chi Musheng was stunned when someone threw money at her without warning, but she still reached out and accepted it.

Because Tu Shan Honghong's eyes had already started to turn red, accepting the offer might result in a beating, while not accepting it would result in an immediate beating.

The moment Chi Musheng received the silver note, he realized something was wrong. It wasn't as thick as usual, and based on the face value and thickness, it definitely contained 20,000 taels.

"Boss, you've given too much money," Chi Musheng weakly reminded him, as the amount had increased nearly fourfold.

A gentleman loves money, but he acquires it in a proper way; he will never take money that does not belong to him.

"No," Tu Shan Honghong's voice was cold and unquestionable.

This afternoon, while chatting with her best friend Cui Yuling, when the topic turned to how much it costs for a male concubine to be kept by a demon clan member, Cui Yuling held up one finger.

He then stated a number that shocked her: ten thousand taels of silver, for one month.

While there are far more handsome men among humans than demons, most of them are young masters from wealthy families. Being kept by a demon would be a disgrace. Even if there are handsome men among ordinary people, they would be snatched away by noble ladies first. Therefore, 10,000 taels of silver is still a price that is hard to come by.

After calming down and thinking it over, Tu Shan Honghong sold a small amount of the magical treasures she had collected from human Taoist priests over the years, exchanging them for a little silver.

Chi Musheng can choose not to leave, but he absolutely cannot be the one who leaves on his own, and certainly not someone else who takes him away from her.

This is the only person who can give her peace of mind to sleep. If he were taken away, she's afraid she wouldn't be able to resist killing demons. No one can take him away.

"This is four months' worth of money," Chi Musheng counted, totaling 20,000 taels. Normally, it's only 5,000 taels a month.

Although Tu Shan Honghong doesn't seem to be a very clever fox, she's not so bad as to not even know how to count money.

“It’s changed now, it’s one month,” Tu Shan Hong Hong said without hesitation.

"Why?" Chi Musheng was unsure. As the saying goes, one cannot accept a reward without merit. There is no such thing as free money in the world. Sometimes, being greedy for small gains comes at a greater price.

"Just take it. Why ask so many questions? Ask again, understand?" Tu Shan Honghong raised her fist impatiently, signaling to Chi Musheng that it was best not to ask any more questions.

She just didn't want Chi Musheng to be hired by someone else for more money someday.

In fact, a long time ago, Tu Shan Hong Hong often had nightmares with the ugly faces of unscrupulous Taoist priests, but Chi Musheng would always walk out at the end of the dream, reach out his hand and smile at her, as if a ray of light had shone into the darkness.

Nightmares are no longer scary, and she is no longer afraid of dreams.

"Yes, Boss." Chi Musheng swallowed hard and dared not ask any more questions. If he didn't accept it, he would be beaten. He might as well accept it.

Just when Tu Shan Hong Hong had a change of heart, she gave him a raise.

"No music tonight," Tu Shan Honghong said calmly, lowering her fist.

Upon hearing this, Chi Musheng immediately understood that Tu Shan Honghong meant for him to try a different approach, such as drinking with her.

This is like playing Truth or Dare! If you blurt out a little truth while drunk, you risk spending days in bed.

"Have you thought it through? If not, drink with me." Tu Shan Honghong brought out two jars of wine. She had never seen Chi Musheng drunk before. Chi Musheng had always been very reserved in front of her, as if he was afraid of her.

Chi Musheng had a sudden inspiration: "That's right, how can you drink without snacks?"

"Boss, how can we enjoy our drinks without snacks? Would you like to try my cooking?"

"You can cook?" Tu Shan Honghong frowned. Why hadn't she said that before? Did she not want to cook for herself?

Thinking of this, her face gradually darkened, because no one feels comfortable when the person they care about doesn't care about them.

Seeing the change in Tu Shan Honghong's expression, Chi Musheng immediately realized the flaw in his words and quickly corrected himself, saying, "Boss, I just learned this recently and I'm not very skilled yet. I'm afraid it won't taste good."

After hearing the explanation, Tu Shan Hong Hong's expression returned to normal, but her tone remained icy: "If it doesn't taste good, you know it yourself."

“I understand, boss. It’s just that you don’t have a kitchen here,” Chi Musheng asked softly.

He doesn't understand? Does he dare to say he doesn't understand?

If you understand, you can still make a living; if you don't, you'll get punched.

"Follow me"

Tu Shan Honghong led Chi Musheng to their private kitchen, where demons would cook for them every day.

Chi Musheng glanced around and found that the food ingredients in the kitchen were very limited, probably because the cooking techniques of the demon race in this world were not yet advanced.

"Give me an hour, boss."