Chapitre 18: I Will Beat You Until You Cry Out to Your Procreators For Help (Part 1)
Éditeur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Lu Jiu Que was still unaware that she had incurred the wrath of the petty Great Demon King. She touched her head and realized that the wound had healed.
The truth was that it wasn't just the wound on her head that had healed; even the passages through which vital energy traveled for circulation—her diaphragm, sea of consciousness, and so on—that had been damaged by "The Scripture of Wisdom" and the Thunder Dragon were all repaired and restored by that lavender spiritual pearl that the Great Demon King had bestowed upon her.
But this lady was pretty much in a befuddled state of mind. There was only one scene that remained in her memory, which was when "The Classics of Remedies" actually rushed into her body. She simply didn't realize that there was an additional lavender spiritual pearl in her body.
Lu Jiu Que hurriedly touched and felt all over her body, yet no matter what, she was still unable to find a trace of "The Classics of Remedies." This made her feel very depressed.
She had finally obtained a complete copy of "The Classics of Remedies" after going through so many difficulties, but was it just a pipe dream?
Right at that moment, Aunt Chang's worried voice sounded. "Missy! You're not done washing up yet?"
Lu Jiu Que secretly replied with a "no" in her heart but hurriedly said, "Done, I'm done!"
After her hasty response, Lu Jiu Que tidied up the messy and chaotic room. Then she washed the bloodstains off of her body before pushing open the door.
Just as expected, Aunt Chang was waiting anxiously right outside the door.
After watching Lu Jiu Que push open the door and come out of the room, she couldn't help but slightly freeze in place. Even her expression was frozen.
The way Aunt Chang scrutinized her made Lu Jiu Que's hair stand on end. After a long moment, Aunt Chang said, with tears brimming in her eyes, "Missy… You… Look so much like...!"
Lu Jiu Que gave a wry smile. She knew that she looked like her beautiful mother.
Who could have anticipated that the second half of what Aunt Chang said would nearly make her fall over?
"So much like your daddy!"
"Oof…"
What?! This was how her father actually looked? How could a man have looked like this?! Was he not a living monster?!
Was there a mistake in the settings?
Wait a minute. If she looked like her father, then what about her mother? How would her mother look in that case?
Aunt Chang didn't catch the complex look in Lu Jiu Que's eyes. While wiping her tears, she said, "Your daddy was the youngest son of the Lu family. Ever since he was young, he was always weak and sickly. You're just like your daddy when he was young. Exactly the same… Blah blah blah… For health's sake, you must eat more. Aunt Chang has prepared many dishes… Blah blah blah…"
After Lu Jiu Que was fed a bellyful of "grass"—like a duck being force-fed—she finally understood why this body was so thin… It was because the Lu family was so poor! On this table full of what could be called vegetables, there really wasn't a single dish that had any meat at all!
This wouldn't do. She had to think of a way to change their current situation. She had just lost a great deal of blood, and she needed to replenish it.
Well, where could she start?
Just when Lu Jiu Que had begun calculating away on the abacus in her mind, reckoning what she should be doing, a ferocious and domineering knock was heard, followed by a man's angry shouts.
"Lu Jiu Que! You sinner. Get out here right now and confess your sins!"
"Senior, please calm down. It's not what you think… Miss Lu, don't be afraid. I'll plead with them and beg for mercy… Don't be afraid, alright?"
...
Lu Jiu Que heard a familiar voice while listening to the voices speaking in that two-man show. There was a slight change in her expression. It wasn't panic but surprise.
Shao Qingrou?!
Shao Qingrou had actually dared to come looking for her at her doorstep? And she even brought someone else along with her.
Haha, things were working out just how she wanted them to. Like a godsend, it was really like someone bringing her a pillow when she dozed off. Her money for meat had arrived!
Shaking her head at Aunt Chang, whose face was filled with fear and panic, Lu Jiu Que bent over and smeared some dust and dirt on her face. She even took a thick iron bar from the side and held it in her arms before moving forward to open the door.
The same menacing and raging man who had come to look for trouble looked at the thin and petite person before him. Without another word, he gave her a rough slap, angrily shouting, "You little sl*t. Go meet your doom!"
-- Cadeau
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