Really is plucking feathers from a flying goose, stingy as hell.
"Dragon Monarch, you're so generous!" Liang Qu exclaimed in delight, rubbing his hands even faster. "This time I don't want blood."
"Don't want blood? Then what do you want?" The Dragon Monarch glanced at the missing patch of Dragon scales on his tail; new tiny scales had already grown in, just a bit more time and…
"Ahem, not Dragon scales either." Liang Qu coughed twice, rubbing his hands so fast they were about to spark. "Um, your life bone…"
The Dragon Monarch turned around and left on the spot, as if he had made some sort of decision.
"Dragon Monarch, where are you going!" Liang Qu chased after him.
"Back to the Underworld."
"Huh? What for?" Liang Qu was shocked out of his wits.
"At least in the Underworld they don't do this dull-knife-cutting-meat thing. One cut means one cut."
