"Ahem…" Qin Yi coughed lightly and said, "I think it's time I head up to the seventh floor."
The old slob said, "Qin Yi, I can tell your Cultivation isn't weak, but the seventh floor is no joke. One careless step and your little life might be left up there."
"Senior, don't worry. Since I dared to come, I'm not afraid of taking risks."
The old slob lowered his voice, sounding a bit embarrassed. "No, you misunderstood me. What I mean is, could you maybe pay me first? If you die up there, who am I supposed to go after for the money?"
Qin Yi almost collapsed on the spot.
The old slob stared at Qin Yi, face full of hope.
A wicked smile flashed in Qin Yi's eyes. He turned to Yin Qianqian. "He said your boobs are really big, and he really wants to use them as a pillow every day."
Yin Qianqian instantly blew her top.
