Now, his fourth-grade cultivation level is stable, and his control over true qi is exquisite.
Although he mainly cultivates the way of killing, dealing with a mortal with no cultivation is just a piece of cake for him to use this kind of restraint technique.
Only after Qin Zhaoyue's figure completely disappeared through the vermilion gate of the restaurant diagonally opposite did Chunying's restraints suddenly loosen.
She staggered, exhausted, and then threw herself at the shattered inkstone, tears streaming down her face.
"Sister Suimo! Please, please give me another chance, let me see His Highness again."
Sui Mo remained expressionless and coldly uttered three words: "You're overthinking it."
The opportunity was given, but I just wasn't good enough.
She indifferently extended her hand: "Pay 50,000 taels first, and bring the remaining 150,000 taels tonight at midnight. Wait for me a hundred paces east of the gate. I will only wait for a quarter of an hour; I will not wait after that."
"If you dare to haggle again or utter another word of nonsense, then we will find someone else to help you."
After saying this, he didn't look at Chunying, who was slumped on the ground, again, and walked straight to the carriage.
The tall and imposing figure almost occupied the entire shaft of the carriage. Sui Mo sat down sideways, with half of his body hanging outside.
Just then, a long and loud cry drifted into the alleyway.
"Roasted chestnuts...hot and fragrant roasted chestnuts..."
An old man wearing a felt hat and carrying a shoulder pole slowly walked by, with baskets covered with thick cotton padding at both ends of the pole.
The sweet aroma, amplified by the cool air of early autumn evening, felt even more comforting and whetted the appetite.
Sui Mo's nose twitched slightly as he turned his head to look at Ping An, who stood beside him like a small mountain.
"Want some chestnuts? I'll buy them for you, even if you're not pretty."
Upon hearing this, Ping An scratched the back of his head sheepishly with his large, fan-like hand, then grinned, revealing an incredibly honest and simple smile.
"Hehehe, is that okay?"
Looking at his big, clumsy appearance, Sui Mo's taut jawline softened, but his fist, hidden in his wide sleeves, clenched quietly.
Ha, so you're tacitly accepting that I'm "not pretty," huh? Right?
Her lips curved into a sincere smile, like the first melting of snow and the first bloom of spring flowers: "Of course."
Ping An suddenly felt a chill; why did the wind feel a bit cold tonight?
Deep in the alley, Chunying slumped on the cold stone slab, her tightly pursed lips almost drawing blood.
She stared in the direction of the carriage, her eyes filled with intense struggle.
Despair, resentment, fear... a variety of emotions intertwined and rolled on her face, eventually turning into a deathly ashes of despair.
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