Hua Ling nodded without any reluctance. ‘Oh, I’ll be going then.’
He had only taken two steps down the stairs when he noticed the sword spirit following him with a face as if the whole world owed him money.
Hua Ling teased as he walked, ‘Didn’t you tell me to go to hell?’
Jiang Yu angrily said, ‘Shut up!’
Hua Ling finally comfortingly patted his hand and said, ‘Okay, okay, I really appreciate it.’
‘Hmph.’
‘But since you’re coming with me, you have to listen to my arrangements in everything.’
‘…… Hmph.’
‘Otherwise, I’ll seal you inside the sword.’
Jiang Yu: ‘…’
Why is it that every time he speaks to this woman, he is bound to feel suffocated after less than three sentences? !
And that damned Chu Jiang, not only did he force him to make a blood pact with this girl, but he also taught her some bullshit sealing method! Next time I see him, I’ll definitely stab a hundred holes in him first!!!
Hua Ling gave the woman at the table an apologetic smile: ‘Sorry to keep you waiting.’
The woman got up: ‘Not at all, I’m the one who’s troubling you. Who is this?’ She looked at Jiang Yu, who looked indifferent behind Hua Ling, and hesitated.
Hua Ling gestured with her hand: ‘This is Xiaoyu, the maid, who also works as a pharmacy apprentice.’
Xiaoyu…maid…
Jiang Yu’s forehead began to throb.
The woman took a few more looks at Jiang Yu, and her gaze fell on the long, rough-cloth wrapped package he was carrying behind his back. Jiang Yu returned her gaze with a blank face.
The woman: ‘…’
Hua Ling threw the heavy-looking wooden box at Jiang Yu and turned to the woman, smiling, ‘Shall we set off?’
The woman nodded: ‘Please, Doctor Hua, the carriage is waiting outside the door.’