Come, Let's Hurt Each Other!

Right, he was really shouting. There was no singing skill involved at all!

"Hey, little girl, you're back. Come, come, sing with me. Let's celebrate in advance."

Taoist Mu Qing seemed to be in a particularly good mood. He picked up another microphone on the coffee table and put it into Lu Zijia's hands passionately.

"Celebrate what?" Lu Zijia held the microphone and asked loudly with a confused look.

She had no choice. The music playing in the living room was really too loud. If she didn't speak louder, it would be strange if he could hear her!

"Of course, we're celebrating that I've already helped you sell the pills.

"Also, those old fellows have already said that they'll send you the stones you want as soon as possible and ask you to remember to leave a few pills for them."