He clenched the dead branch in his hand, took a deep breath, then sprang out of the bushes and shouted, “This mountain is mine, and I planted these trees! If you want to pass, pay the toll!”
As soon as he finished, he regretted it. What a stupid line.
Su Qingyue was clearly startled. She instinctively took half a step back, her jade hand resting on the sword at her waist. Her cool eyes fixed on Lin Que, wary. “Who are you? How dare you rob people in broad daylight on the Azure Cloud Sect's territory?”
Her voice was as cool as she was, yet carried a crisp sweetness that made Lin Que's heart itch.
“Enough talk!” Lin Que deliberately lowered his voice, held the dead branch across his chest, and did his best to look fierce. “Leave the pouch at your waist and the food box in your hand, and I might let you go!”
Su Qingyue furrowed her delicate brows. She clearly didn't take this masked fellow with his pathetic branch seriously, but she also didn't want trouble. “I am Su Qingyue, an inner sect disciple. If you know what's good for you, leave at once, or don't blame me for what happens.”
“An inner sect disciple thinks she's so impressive?” Lin Que edged two steps closer, staring fixedly at the pouch on her waist as he silently recalled how to use “Nimble Fingers.” “Such a pretty young lady must have plenty of good things in her pockets. Why not let big brother have a look? Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I can even teach you a few tricks for the bed... I mean, for protecting yourself on the road!”
No wonder no one commented. After reading the first eight chapters, you will know how outrageous it is.