"Alright, I understand."
Zhou Xuan added two more coins, making a total of twelve, handed them to the old crooked-eye, and said, "Take a break later, but not at the snack stall across the street, or else my big black dog will go crazy again. I have things to do tonight and can't keep an eye on it all the time."
"Got it, got it."
The old crooked-eye took the money, drove his donkey cart, and left.
Once he was gone, Zhou Xuan quietly spoke to Sister Cui, "These foxes, did they come for you?"
"You saw through it?"
"These are spiritual foxes, hunters wouldn't dare to catch them."
Zhou Xuan said.
"My third brother is looking for me."
"Is that the King of Xishan?"
"Yeah."
"What's he looking for you for?" Zhou Xuan asked.
"No good reason."
Sister Cui said.
The King of Xishan had always been obsessed with cultivation, and suddenly woke up wanting to see Sister Cui in the mountains for some discussion. It didn't sound like a good thing.
Sibling bond?
