42 Compensation For My Injuries (2/2)

”What?” He grumbled numbly.

”Investment for our truce,” Hongyue repeated.

Qingyu felt his mind had shattered. When did he have to be the one to give a gift to others? Usually, it would the other way around, not to mention who didn't want to be in a truce with him? People would die for his protection.

But!

This woman cared nothing about it. Nor did she know, so he could only listen to her with bitterness in his heart.

He slipped his hand inside his robe and brought out a pure jade white flute. Shiny white vines wrapped around the long smooth surface, and it held an alluring charm. But Hongyue only looked at it disdainfully.

”It's an instrument that can hypnotize your enemies,” Qingyu explained. In reality, there was a lot more history behind the flute, yet Qingyu only gave her a simple answer to test her. It was a high-grade weapon that could be used to turn your enemies into your puppets. It was a much sought for by magic users, and here it was, being given away for an uncertain investment of a truce. He watched her reaction.

Hongyue merely glimpsed at it with no interest.

”Don't want it,”

Qingyu paused. Did she not know or did she had something better than it? He glanced at her again; it didn't seem like she knew the genuine value of it. He sighed; she was known as the good-for-nothing miss. Other than her mysterious power, she really didn't seem to know much. If that's the case, he'll be helpful and explain it to her.

”This is a high-grade weapon of level ten. You can use it to confuse opponents and overpower them to be your puppets. You'll also be able to make their elemental abilities listen to you as well,” He explained carefully, handing the flute over again.

Hongyue stared at him like he was stupid; she could make something better than that with her own powers. Why would she need an inferior instrument like that?

”Don't want.”

”Did you even listen to wh-”

”Don't want it.”

Qingyu could only take back the flute at her unyielding front. He reached inside his sleeves and showed off his pale arm with a pitch black bracelet; he pulled his bracelet before he offered it to her.

”Here.”

This time Hongyue looked on with interest, it was something she liked. The bracelet was made of pitch black metal folds. If you unlatched the end, the folds could be corrugated into something else. She took the ornament and twisted the curves, collapsing them into the shape of a fan. Qingyu observed her movement with surprise. It was his personal weapon so he hadn't thought she would be able to figure out how it worked. This weapon wasn't as highly graded as the flute, but it was highly versatile. With an experienced twist of a hand, by forcing the individual pleats in place, you could change it to a fan or a whip. It was convenient and lightweight. Qingyu looked at Hongyue; his interest grew increasingly stronger.

Hongyue felt his eyes on her; she sneered before she lashed out another attack to his head with the newly formed whip.

Crack!