Chapter 357
C357 – Thousand Gold Grains
Posted on May 6, 2019 by AzureOrchid92
Although the mountain wall was almost perpendicular to the ground that, for many people, it would be difficult to climb, for Shao Xuan, it was nothing. After all, he had been doing this kind of climb up a mountain often in the tribe when hunting, so he was experienced.
The old man stood below, watching Shao Xuan leap from the ground. He cleverly crawled from below up the mountain wall like a gecko sticking to the wall, looking comfortable and not struggling at all. Seeing this scene, the old man could not help but raise his gray eyebrows, staring at the back of Shao Xuan with burning eyes.
Shao Xuan, who was crawling up the mountain wall, sensed something. He stopped and turned back to look at the old man below.
The old man smiled oddly, then waved his hand at Shao Xuan, pointing to the grass on the mountain wall. “Go on, continue.”
Shao Xuan suppressed his questions and continued to climb up. Then, he reached out to the grass to pluck it, intending to directly pull it down.
“Hey! Don’t pull it, don’t pull! Dig the roots. With the roots it can last longer. Just dig with my knife, then!” The old man pulled a strange bronze knife out of his leather bag, then threw it over to Shao Xuan.
It’s a lot of crap. Shao Xuan abdomen.
[E/N: Don’t get this. (ﾉ_-;)…]
The throw was accurate. Shao Xuan left his one hand clasped on the wall of the mountain, while the other hand caught the knife. Then, with the knife, he dug out the white striped grass.
“I can recognize it when I see it.” The old man didn’t think there was anything wrong with it at all.
“By the way, what’s your name?” asked the old man.
“Shao Xuan, and you old man?”
“My name is Ju.” The old man also wrote the word on the ground with a branch as he introduced himself.
The old man did not ask which tribe Shao Xuan was from. He was not interested in which tribe he came from.
Shao Xuan was ready to ask again, wanting to inquire about the Flaming Horns tribe from the old man, but the old man suddenly spoke. “That, Shao something, get that for me too.”
“I won’t. I’m not your slave.” Shao Xuan also did not turn back, instead walked forward.
Seeing that Shao Xuan had already gone far, the old man finally realized the tone he was using. He hurriedly went to slow down and pull Shao Xuan. “Please help me. Take that one for me too.”