After finally sorting out Xi Yu’s strange line of thinking, Yue Mingxuan suddenly did not know what to say at all.
Their thinking was simply not on the sa wavelength.
Seeing that Yue Mingxuan did not speak, Xi Yu stepped even closer.
"For the sake of you treating my injuries, I can give you a chance to follow ," he said. "Don’t worry, I will definitely be much more generous than Shang Qinghua."
Xi Yu did not say this because he had developed any real feelings toward Yue Mingxuan.
He simply wanted to get a bit of revenge on Shang Qinghua.
After all, Shang Qinghua had injured him so badly with a single sword strike.
Moreover, Yue Mingxuan had such strange yet impressive dical skills.
Bringing along such an interesting person while traveling the martial world would surely be quite entertaining.
After hearing Xi Yu’s words, Yue Mingxuan was certain that the man in front of him not only had problems with his brain, but was also a complete narcissist.
Did he really think that just because he was willing to take soone along, that person would definitely follow him?
Where did he get such overwhelming confidence?
Or had practicing martial arts gone wrong and burned his brain?
Thinking of this, Yue Mingxuan looked at Xi Yu with a bit more sympathy.
Sigh, what a pitiful fellow.
His martial skills were lacking, he had no money, and his looks were very average.
It was no wonder no one was willing to follow him.
Living only by fantasies was truly rather tragic.
Xi Yu felt a little uneasy under the sympathetic look Yue Mingxuan was giving him.
Wasn’t this Ger very fond of money?
And besides, Xi Yu had not said anything about a tragic life or miserable past.
So why was he suddenly being pitied like this?
Unable to figure out what Yue Mingxuan was thinking, Xi Yu spoke with much less confidence than before. "I’m not asking you to be my bed warr. With your small fra, you’re not my type anyway. Being my personal servant would be acceptable, though."
Those words completely ignited the last thread of self-control Yue Mingxuan had left.
He directly threw the basin in his hands at Xi Yu and said angrily, "Stop acting like so fallen noble young master, will you? Please, you still owe money right now. If you want to brag, pay what you owe first, okay?"
Not to ntion that Yue Mingxuan was a Prince of Dongyue Kingdom and the Flower God of the Four Nations.
Even the emperor of Beirong would not dare ask him to beco a servant.
Where did this guy get the confidence to say such a thing?
In fact, Xi Yu was not entirely talking nonsense.
With his status and reputation as one of the top three assassins in the martial world, there were indeed many people who admired him.
If he was being matched with a noble of the Four Nations, as long as they are not born of the empress, it could still be considered an equal match.
If Yue Mingxuan were truly just an ordinary doctor, serving him as a personal servant would actually be considered rising above one’s station.
Because the distance between them was too close, Xi Yu did not manage to dodge in ti.
The basin hit him squarely and the remaining water inside splashed all over him.
He beca furious and shouted, "What are you doing?"
Yue Mingxuan put one hand on his waist while striking the posture of a shrew and pointed at Xi Yu’s nose as he scolded him.
"You are eating my food and living under my roof right now, so you’d better recognize your position. Stop talking nonsense all day long. You only managed to steal Shang Qinghua’s jade qilin by sheer coincidence. With your little bit of shallow skill, you’re not even a match for one of his shadow guards. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, take good care of your injury and prepare to run for your life early. Otherwise, if he catches you, hmph..."
Yue Mingxuan was a tragic example himself, though of course he would never tell Xi Yu about those embarrassing past experiences.
Yue Mingxuan’s words made Xi Yu so angry that he nearly exploded.
Unfortunately, he had no silver notes on him at the mont.
Otherwise, he would have thrown them straight at this money loving Ger’s face and smashed him senseless.
Although Yue Mingxuan did not say it outright, every word implied that Xi Yu was inferior even to Shang Qinghua’s shadow guards.
However, Xi Yu who is furious to the extre give him a coldly laugh instead. "Even if my martial arts aren’t that great, Shang Qinghua didn’t gain any advantage from either. His injuries are no lighter than mine. Maybe after so ti, you’ll even get to attend his funeral."
When Yue Mingxuan heard Xi Yu say this, he flew into a rage. "What nonsense are you spouting?"
He did not know why Xi Yu’s words suddenly made his heart feel uneasy, nor did he understand why hearing the words Shang Qinghua’s funeral caused such a sudden and intense surge of anger.
Seeing that Yue Mingxuan was angry, Xi Yu beca even more pleased and continued, "If you don’t believe , you can go see him yourself. I stabbed three of his major acupoints. Whether he can keep his life depends on his luck. Oh, right, I rember one of those acupoints controls his future happy life too. I’m afraid that in certain aspects, he won’t be very capable in the future."
Yue Mingxuan carefully observed Xi Yu’s expression and saw that he did not seem to be lying.
Panic began to rose in his heart.
When Xi Yu ntioned the major acupoints again, Yue Mingxuan believed it even more.
The color drained from his face due to fear, yet he forced himself to stay calm and said, "Whatever happens to Prince Shang has nothing to do with . He is a noble person. I’m just a doctor, that’s all."
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