The tyrant kicked her with a sense of exhilaration, without any restraint or arrogance, but he truly transformed her from someone "a weasel crossing the street, hated by everyone" to someone "everyone, young and old, wanted to dig her grave."

This is a level that others can only reach after committing countless evil deeds their entire lives.

Because of the tyrant who caused all this trouble, her reputation underwent a qualitative leap and a quantitative transformation in just a few seconds.

Shen Jiao was at a loss for words.

In some ways, it's quite impressive that she has achieved so much at such a young age. The only downside is that it's not exactly a prestigious achievement.

While alive, one is easily criticized behind one's back; when dead, one is easily exhumed and desecrated.

In short, it's not good, and it's not easy either.

Whether it's because the original owner of this body has a tendency to attract negative attention, or because her soul is simply unlikable, she seems to attract a lot of haters wherever she goes.

In the modern world, she would probably end up having dead rats sent to her or receiving threatening letters.

Shen Jiao sighed.

Sitting on the viewing platform several meters high, she could clearly feel the condemning, disdainful, contemptuous, accusatory, and disgusted gazes directed at her from those standing on moral high ground, even through the golden gauze curtains.

Your gazes are too sharp, like Ultraman's laser beams, they're making her a little overwhelmed.

Suddenly, the snack in my hand didn't taste so good anymore.

It's hard to swallow.

Xi Su said, "If it doesn't smell good, just throw it away, miss. I'll make you something else."

As she spoke, she pulled out more than a dozen food boxes from behind her, opened them one by one, and found all kinds of snacks and desserts, a dazzling array of colors, aromas and flavors.

As expected of a tyrant's palace maid, she didn't learn any good things, but she did pick up about 70% of the bad habit of squandering money.

Shen Jiao put down the unappetizing pastry and picked out a new one from the food box.

Xi Su is very skilled at making pastries into small animals with expressive faces, or various flowers, so lifelike that they greatly increase one's appetite.

"Sigh, why is it so hard to be a beautiful woman that everyone loves, flowers bloom for, and cars gravitate towards?" Shen Jiao put down the empty plate and let out a long, lingering sigh.

Perhaps seeing her extreme distress, Xi Ning suggested, "Miss, if you care about this, why don't we go and help Hu Rourou? That might salvage some of your reputation."

Shen Jiao thought it made sense.

So they called Liang Heng, who was squatting nearby engrossed in eating watermelon, and together with two mahjong partners, they couldn't wait to head in the direction Hu Rourou flew.

Xi Ning and Xi Su advised her to walk slowly, as there were many people around and she might fall.

Shen Jiao: "We can't slow down, we can't slow down! Hurry up, everyone, start running!"

What if someone rescues the person before her? Wouldn't she have made a wasted trip?

It's not a big deal if she makes a wasted trip; the main thing is that she genuinely wants to salvage her utterly terrible reputation.

Xi Su and Xi Ning supported Liang Heng, who could no longer run, and sped up their run.

Although the scene was packed with people, would anyone dare to stop Shen Jiao?

No, of course not.

You know, Hu Rourou and her little follower only cursed her a few times and the tyrant took action. If they had accidentally knocked her down, wouldn't they have been bled dry and their bones crushed to dust on the spot?

Thinking of this, everyone was terrified and immediately made way for her to run at full speed.

"What is she up to now? Judging by the direction she's going... could she be striking while the iron is hot and continuing to cause trouble for Hu Rourou?" someone asked curiously.

"They probably went there to show off their power."

"Maybe it's to show off."

"It's possible, anything is possible."

"Wow, this dancer is so vicious."

The crowd whispered among themselves, glancing around after each word to see if the elusive tyrant was about to appear.

Like a group of timid, frightened mice.

...

With Shen Jiao leading the way, the four of them traveled without any obstacles.

Despite rushing as fast as she could, when Shen Jiao arrived at the spot where Hu Rourou had landed, her admirer had already gotten there first.

The male disciple looked distressed and helped the swaying Hu Rourou to her feet.

Shen Jiao thought to herself, "Good heavens! They're blatantly stealing my job?"

That won't do.

She immediately shouted, "Let go of this girl! Let me handle this!"

The male disciple was born into a scholarly family, where the women always spoke softly and gently. He was immediately startled by the loud voice of Shen Jiao, a hero from Liangshan, who had come to his door.

He simply wanted to offer his love, lend a helping hand, and help his fellow disciples; that was all. Who could have imagined that Shen Jiao would actually follow him here and bully others?

Hu Rourou was stunned the moment she saw Shen Jiao.

She had imagined dancers to be frivolous and frivolous, not fit for the stage. But to her surprise, Shen Jiao possessed beauty that was innate, a refined elegance that arose from within. Her eyes sparkled with charm, yet she was unaware of it. She stood tall and graceful, putting all other things to shame.

Although she was reluctant to admit it, judging solely by her appearance, few women in the world could rival her.

Hu Rourou was covered in dust. When she saw the glamorous Shen Jiao, her face twitched with anger. Without even thinking, she knew that Shen Jiao was there to make a fool of herself!

Seeing the two people's ever-changing expressions, Shen Jiao felt that she didn't seem to be there to help others.

She's more like a venomous beauty who, after becoming the mistress, comes swaggering around with her underlings to cause trouble.

She cleared her throat twice and asked her card-playing partner in a low voice, "Ahem, um... was my tone a bit off? Should I change my lines and be gentler?"

Xi Su encouraged her: "That's right, girl, that's how you should do it. Speak louder, look fiercer, let her know you're not someone to be trifled with!"

Xi Ning encouraged her, "Yes! It would be even better if you stuck out another finger and poked her face!"

Liang Heng enthusiastically chimed in, "It would be best to add a cold laugh, revealing a touch of ruthlessness, a dash of indifference, and a hint of nonchalance. Sister Shen, go, like this, raise your hand and slap her."

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