NOVPUBChapter 615: Chapter 613: The Improper Xiaomei
Chapter 615: Chapter 613: The Improper Xiaomei
The Wu Family was unscrupulous, settling matters with money. Sally couldn’t be bothered with the aftermath and was ready to just leave.
But as she was about to go, Xiaomei said to her—
[Host, guess who’s here?]
[Hmm?]
[The Demon God is here, and it’s his true self.]
[How is that possible! What’s he hiding here for?]
[The host could investigate. If you want to kill him, Xiaomei can totally do it in this world.]
[Heh, this is like finding something without even looking for it. Jian is probably still buzzing around like a headless fly searching for those split-off parts.]
[Too bad the host erased Jian’s partner mark, or else you could have summoned him here.]
[Speaking of which, when we left the Ancestral Dragon Tomb, you didn’t say anything. Weren’t you quite interested in that man?]
[He noticed Xiaomei and warned me not to probe that place again.]
[…]
[Xiaomei thinks this time the host has to rely on herself, and it would be great if you could take him down.]
[What if I don’t want to look for the Beast Husband anymore?]
[That would be a huge loss for the host. Think about his beauty, isn’t he very good-looking? If he were to fall at the hem of the host’s pomegranate skirt, the host could do whatever you want to him]
[Stop, stop, stop, forget I asked!] Sally hurriedly interrupted her.
This Xiaomei is so improper!
…
At mealtime, Sally had Xiaomei hide first, as she was currently disguised as Zhao Changhuan and could possibly fool Linai.
With a tray that only contained rice and a piece of fruit, Sally sat down beside the prisoner disguised by Linai—Black.
Black was a lifer in the North Prison Area, having gunned down forty-six wanderers in Wanderer Street. No one in the North Prison Area dared to mess with him.
“I see there’s a nice chicken leg in your tray, I’ll trade this pear for it.”
“No need.” Black passed her the chicken leg.
Sally still gave him the pear, observing his eyes. Although the shape of his face had changed, his eyes were still amber.
Black gave the pear back to her and bowed his head to eat his own meal.
Sally bit into the chicken leg… just two words to describe it, fishy stench! It was made from spoiled meat.
The rice—half-cooked!
For someone used to eating all kinds of delicacies like her, this prison food was utterly inedible.
“The food in prison really leaves a lot to be desired.” She pushed her meal tray forward, only picking up the pear to eat.
It was crisp enough, but not very sweet. It was better than nothing, I guess.
Black cast a glance at her, “You talk as if it’s your first day eating prison food.”
“It’s indeed the ‘Little Princess’s’ first time tasting our prison chow. Back then, it was all five-star chefs bringing in specially prepared dishes for her.”
A bald man with a fierce scar on his forehead and a sturdy build sat down at their table.
Immediately, his underlings placed a plate of delicate sushi and a bowl of meat soup in front of him.
Looking at the fresh and plentiful sushi and the soup bowl with a ‘low salt’ label, Sally retorted, “You’re no different, ‘Great Princess’!”
At that, everyone around them burst into laughter.
The Sword Emperor gave them a cold glance.
In an instant, all that was left were the sounds of clattering plates and swallowing.
Sally stood up to leave, “Enjoy your meal, gentlemen.”
“Wait.” The Sword Emperor looked at her.
Sally didn’t stop walking, “You’re not a prison guard, why should I listen to you.”
Immediately, a fierce-looking underling followed, reaching out to grab her arm, but another fork flew through the air and stopped his hand.
The underling let out a scream.
“She’s mine,” Black said slowly as he finished the last spoonful of his meal with his spoon.
The Sword Emperor looked at Black with surprise because ever since Black had been imprisoned, he had never shown interest in anything, not cigarettes, alcohol, cell phones, and so on.
Amused, he glanced between Black and Sally, “You’ve got a taste for that too, huh? Just that this ‘Little Princess’ is leftovers from over there. How about I find you a fresh one?”
“I like my women, my wives!” Black said, directly putting his arm around Sally’s shoulder and walking away.
Sally frowned. From the sound of it, had he recognized her?
Sally was originally in a single cell, but Black forcefully dragged her into his four-person one. Inside, three other people curiously looked at Black and Sally.
“Get out,” Black told the other three.
One of the men with a buzz cut and a ruffian’s charm looked at Sally with interest, “She might be skinny, but her skin looks white and tender, want to add some variety to the play?”
Black immediately took off his shirt, stared at the man, and said in an extremely faint voice, “Benhard, get down.”
“Sss~ Have your fun, I’m going to get some food,” Benhard said and left with the other two people.
Black closed the prison door, which was really just an iron railing, with a ‘clang~’, then raised his hand to cast a soundproof Barrier, “How did you get here?”
“…Who am I?” Sally asked again, still somewhat unwilling to give up on her disguise, wanting to save face.
“Sally,” he said.
Great, there went her dignity all over the floor… “How did you recognize me?”
“The mate’s mark on you, one of them is using the mark to find you, so it gave off a scent.”
Sally woke up Xiaomei, “Wake up, Xiaomei, he recognized us. He said someone is looking for me, who?”
“Qing Linghuan. All three of his children are with you, so he’s getting anxious,” Xiaomei replied.
Sally: “…”
Indeed, Little Shisi, Little Shiwu, and Xiao Tiantian were all playing games in the System Space.
“I’m here to kill you,” Sally told Linai, “and what are you doing here?”
“Hiding from your killing spree.”
“…Heh.” As if she’d believe that.
Sally fetched a chair from the System Space and sat down.
Linai leaned against the iron bedpost and retrieved a pack of cigarettes from the bunk above, his gaze shifting to her flat stomach, “Pregnant?”
“None of your business,” Sally replied.
“True,” Linai replied, lighting a cigarette.
Sally took the Godslayer Sword out from the System Space, “Finish up, I’ll send you off.”
Linai looked at the sword in her hand in astonishment, and after a moment, he chuckled and snuffed out the cigarette, “If I’m killed by you, can we call it even?”
Sally frowned and asked Xiaomei, “This one isn’t another clone, is he?”
“No, it’s his real body. If he dies here, all his clones will die as well,” Xiaomei replied.
“Good,” Sally aimed the Godslayer Sword straight at Linai’s heart.
Linai put the extinguished cigarette back in his mouth, “Yanyan, we’re even.”
Sally watched as his body gradually fell to the ground. The blood that flowed out was red, and the Divine Light in his eyes was fading fast, his pupils dilating.
“Something’s a bit off,” Sally said to Xiaomei.
Xiaomei replied, “The data shows he has lost all vital signs.”
Sally used a True Fire Talisman from the System Space to burn Linai’s body, leaving nothing but a pile of white ashes on the ground.
A prison guard passed by the corridor. Seeing Sally standing there dumbly with some ash-like substance on the ground, he knocked on the cell door, “What are you doing? Where did that chair come from?”
Coming back to her senses, Sally put away the chair, “Nothing, Officer, you must be seeing things.”
