"Young Master, could you explain this?"

Aunt Lan gripped the stone tighter and tighter, her face looking very pale.

It can be said that she watched Pixia grow up. In her heart, Pixia is like her own child. When Pixia was sick as a child, she felt very guilty. Over the years, she has spared no effort to take care of Pixia.

She never slacked off in seeking medical treatment.

I approached each medical consultation with the utmost hope, even though each time I was met with disappointment.

Disappointment did not defeat her; she believed in the light.

But now I'm telling her it's all fake.

All that talk about being sick, having OCD, or not being able to have contact with outsiders is fake.

They're all just disguises for skin imperfections.

Aunt Lan's heart was broken.

She couldn't understand how the boy she had watched grow up could be so heartless.

Heartbroken, a stick appeared in her hand, about two meters long, completely black, as thick as a forearm, and carved with mysterious patterns.

Pixia was stunned the moment he saw the stick.

How did Aunt Lan end up bringing this out?

This is going to kill someone!

"Aunt Lan, I was wrong. Please let me explain. I had my reasons."

Pi Xia racked his brains trying to make up a story, but when faced with the family's strict discipline, his body's memories made it impossible for him to concentrate.

It's all that Dr. Jiang's fault; how could he be so unethical?

They took the gift and then pulled down his pants.

They have absolutely no sense of contractual obligation.

Jiang Yunhe: I didn't agree to cooperate with you. As for that pile of stuff, isn't it for the consultation fee?

"Come on, try to argue all you want, and see if I believe you or not."

Aunt Lan sneered, picked up the stick, and smashed it down on Pi Xia.

This thing is the Pi family's family discipline staff. Once it appears, it represents the Pi family's authority and laws.

It was like a father's presence.

Under the blows of the stick, Pixia dared not resist at all.

Seeing that Aunt Lan was serious, Pi Xia could only hide everywhere. The limited space in the Divine Doctor's Hall hindered Pi Xia's performance. After finding an opening, he darted out from under the stick and ran towards the door.

"Aunt Lan, please don't spank me, I was really wrong."

Pi Xia, who was focused on begging for mercy and escaping, did not notice the smile in Aunt Lan's eyes.

joke!

The Pi family isn't just sitting idly by. When the young master fell ill, they panicked, only to later discover that it was all a ruse orchestrated by the little guy himself.

The head of the family discussed it and wanted to see how far the young master could go in his acting, and he ended up acting for decades.

They went to great lengths to avoid labor.

The key point is that when we were training the young master, we didn't make him do any work himself. Aren't spells meant to be used by others?

The purpose of sending the young master down the mountain this time is twofold: firstly, to give him experience, and secondly, to find an opportunity to expose his true colors.

As for the beating, it wasn't something she did on the spot; it was something the head of the family and his wife had instructed her to do before she left.

I had no choice but to obey orders.

Young Master, Aunt Lan is here.

Thinking it over, he darted forward and brought the stick down on Pi Xia's buttocks.

There's plenty of meat here, so it won't get damaged.

"Awoo!"

Pi Xia made an indescribable sound, and the gossipy eyes of the patients watching the spectacle outside overwhelmed him.

His face turned red.

"Aunt Lan, I am the young master, you can't..."

"Smack!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Give me some mercy, can you hit me less hard?"

"Smack!"

"Aunt Lan, if you keep doing this, I might not take care of you in your old age."

"Smack!"

No matter whether Pi Xia tried to coerce or entice her, or tried to reason with her, Aunt Lan remained unmoved, her stick aimed precisely at her target.

There's nothing I can do about skin imperfections.

My buttocks were burning with pain, and the magic power surging from the stick made each strike a real, brutal blow.

If this continues, he'll probably have to see a doctor about his backside later.

Looking around, there were quite a few people.

But Pixia, with her sharp eyes, found a flaw.

There was a gap in the stall owner's location where he could escape.

Here I come!

With a twist of her buttocks, Pi Xia took the blow to her left buttock, where the pain was less intense, and then charged towards Lu Wu.

Lu Wu, who was packing food for a customer with a shovel and eating melon seeds at the same time, was stunned.

Oh dear!

"Don't come any closer!"

Lu Wu shouted loudly and gestured vigorously to Pi Xia.

You can't come here.

Unfortunately, while my attention was focused on how to defend myself from the stick behind me, when I caught a faint sound, my brain automatically translated it as, "Come here quickly!"

The boss is really nice; he even gestured for him to come over.

After he escapes this ordeal, he will definitely come back to patronize this boss's business to repay his kindness.

Boss, I'm here!

Pi Xia flashed a big smile, her snow-white teeth dazzling.

As the distance closes, the flaw becomes immediately apparent.

Seeing this, Lu Wu couldn't bear it and covered her eyes.

Um?

Why are you covering your eyes?

Pi Xia quickly realized that the boss must be afraid of getting into trouble and didn't want to get beaten up, so he covered his eyes and pretended not to see.

Aunt Lan beat him up; Aunt Lan is wicked.

The boss helps him; the boss is good.

A surge of warmth welled up in Pi Xia's heart, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the open space in front of the stall.

Freedom is within reach.

"Smack!"

This is the sound of a maniacal laugh, a flaw, striking something invisible.

"Thump!"

That's the sound of Pixia being knocked to the ground by the recoil.

Pixia lay on the ground, head over heels, bewildered.

Falling flat on the ground?

Isn't this the exclusive skill of delicate female protagonists in those novels? Every time he sees this kind of plot, he curses the author for being brain-dead. Has he been confused about gender for decades?

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