Xianjin took out a stack of brand new banknotes from his sleeve pocket and handed them to Chen Laowu as if to prove what he said, "Here! Look! I'm really ready!"
Chen Laowu's urge to vomit became stronger and stronger. He impatiently opened Xianjin's hand, but he caught a glimpse of the clear and large words on the banknote out of the corner of his eye.
——"Dechang Shenghao".
De...Dechang Shenghao?
Dechang promotion!
Chen Laowu's eyes were red with anger, and he grabbed Xianjin's wrist, "What is this!"
Xianjin trembled, "Silver...silver bills..."
Chen Laowu's whole body felt like it was shaking like a sieve.
Xianjin's voice was still trembling, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Such banknotes... banknotes from Dechang Shenghao, we still have three thousand taels..."
Chen Laowu felt a rush of blood to the top of his head. The blood that had just accumulated in his brain rushed through the narrow and sticky space. Chen Laowu's face flushed red, his eyes were red, and he said heartbreakingly, "It's you! You tricked me! You're not the bandits from Baochanduo Temple!"
Chen Laowu grabbed Xianjin's neck with both hands and said, "You bitch! You plotted against me!"
Xianjin groaned, tilted his head back, and the silver bills in his hand fell to the ground.
Second Aunt Qu screamed, and Xianjin, while struggling to suffocate, caught a glimpse of Old Madam Qu sliding down the door frame out of the corner of his eye.
Aunt Qu didn't know whether she should step forward to save Xianjin whose neck was strangled, or help up the old lady whose limbs were limp!
"I'll strangle you to death! I'll strangle you to death!!"
Chen Laowu's blood rushed to his head and he had lost his mind.
Xianjin fumbled from his sleeve to take out the ruby and sapphire dagger, raised his arm with difficulty, and hit Chen Laowu hard on the back of the head with the scabbard side!
Chen Laowu was like a taut string that was suddenly pulled apart. After staying in the air for a while, he raised his head and fell backwards.
Xianjin put the dagger back into his sleeve pocket, took a deep breath of fresh air, smoothed the messy hair around his ears, turned around, and saw that although Madam Qu's hands and feet were weak, she was not unconscious. He raised his delicate chin and instructed Aunt Qu in a light but unhurried voice, "...The Fifth Master is crazy, you help the old lady in first, and then ask Aunt Zhang to call a doctor."
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