Zu'an was both shocked and furious: "It was you? We have no past grudges or recent feuds, why did you want to harm me?"
Plum Blossom Twelve chuckled, "It's all your fault for offending someone you shouldn't have."
"Who did I offend?" Zu'an asked hurriedly.
Plum Blossom Twelve stepped directly on his back with her toes, pulled out a knife, and slapped his face: "You don't need to know that, go ask King Yama in the underworld."
Zuan couldn't help but wonder, does this world also have legends of the underworld and Yama?
"If you dare to kill me, the Chu family will not let you off the hook," Zu An asked tentatively, trying to see if the mastermind behind it was actually a member of the Chu family.
"Oh dear, I'm so scared~" Plum Blossom Twelve patted her chest, acting very dramatically, "In this desolate wilderness, who knows how you'll die."
He paused and then said, "But you've reminded me. Better safe than sorry. Well, I won't do it myself. I'll just throw you into the Jackal Valley and let the fierce black jackals devour you until there's nothing left. Then the Chu family won't be able to find me."
Zu An was somewhat surprised. Judging from the other party's tone, the mastermind behind it all wasn't someone from the Chu family.
"By the way, do you know why the Fierce Black Jackal is called the Fierce Black Jackal?" Plum Blossom Twelve chuckled, and before he could answer, she continued, "Because they are good at eating. You can only watch helplessly as they rip out your intestines, but you won't die right away. You can only watch as they eat you alive. Believe me, that feeling must be terrible."
Zuan was puzzled. What was the point of telling him all this at a time like this? Was it to satisfy his twisted, torturous psychology?
Mei Hua Twelve, assuming he was too terrified to speak, didn't take it to heart and changed the subject, continuing, "However, if you can answer a few questions for me, I might consider giving you a quick death and sparing you from this torment."
"What's the problem?" Zu'an was taken aback, wondering if the original owner of this body had learned some incredible secret, which had attracted the killing intent from all sides.
Mei Hua Twelve squatted down, a strange smile appearing on her face: "How big are the breasts of the eldest daughter of the Chu family?"
Zuan: "???"
He had considered all sorts of possibilities, but he never expected him to ask such a question.
"About this big." Zuan gestured casually, since he'd never seen it before, so he was just making up an idea.
"How thin is your waist?"
"About this detailed?" Zu'an was getting impatient. If he couldn't get any more information, he wouldn't bother arguing with the other party.
"Is it tight there? What was she moaning like? Damn, just talking about it is making me hard." Plum Blossom Twelve felt her mouth go dry, so she pulled down her pants. "Here, suck it!"
I'm afraid I'll never be able to get my hands on Miss Chu in this lifetime, so it's good to get a taste of her flavor indirectly through this method.
Zuan: "???"
I originally wanted to take this opportunity to find out what he was thinking, but who knew this guy was such a pervert!
He snatched the knife from his hand, his face dark, and with a swift stroke, severed the root of his troubles.
"Ah~" Plum Blossom Twelve had no time to prepare. With a scream, she clutched her crotch and rolled around on the ground desperately. Then, she accidentally hit her head on a tree and fainted from the pain.
Mei Hua Twelve seemed to have a very long dream. In the dream, he was sent to the palace by the gang leader to become a eunuch. He was castrated in the silkworm room. The palace eunuchs fed him a lot of pale yellow food and did not give him water for several days. He was so thirsty that he was about to die.
Perhaps the heavens heard his plea, for rain began to fall from the sky. The rainwater seemed warm, so delicious, with a faint hint of saltiness.
He greedily drank a few mouthfuls, then suddenly felt something was wrong. He hurriedly opened his eyes and found himself tied to a large tree. He tried hard to break free, but the rope wouldn't budge. Only then did he realize that the rope was his own, specially treated to deal with low-level cultivators.
What's going on?
He was momentarily stunned. Hadn't he brought that good-for-nothing Zuan to Jackal Valley? Suddenly, he noticed his face was wet and instinctively licked it. It tasted almost the same as in his dream.
Zuan, who was standing on a tree stump, straightened his pants and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, you haven't woken up and I couldn't find any water to splash on you, so I had to make do with what I had. I've been a bit irritable these past few days and my skin has turned yellow."
Plum Blossom Twelve knew exactly what was on her face, especially when she remembered that she seemed to have drunk a few mouthfuls of alcohol in her dream: "Holy crap!"
Anger value from the Twelfth of the Plum Blossoms +777!
"Dude, you've got quite a temper too." Although Zuan said that, he was secretly overjoyed. He would be a disgrace to the title of keyboard warrior if he didn't take advantage of such a good opportunity to earn some anger points.
Plum Blossom Twelve couldn't help but curse: "You bastard, how dare you tie me up? Let me go right now!"
Zuan jumped down from the tree stump: "Have you forgotten what just happened?"
Mei Hua Twelve was stunned. He thought to himself, "I was just stepping on this kid, trying to make him give me... " He quickly looked down and saw that his legs were a bloody mess. Although the bleeding had stopped, there was nothing between his legs. He couldn't help but let out a shrill cry of pain: "Where did it go?"
With his roar, the wound reopened, and a spurt of blood gushed out again.
Zuan couldn't help but marvel at how much better the physical constitution of people in the cultivation world was. In the previous world, a man with such an injury would probably have bled to death long ago, yet the cultivators in this world were able to endure it for so long.
He picked at his ear, clearly still a little uncomfortable from the shock, before pointing to a long bamboo pole not far away. A thin line was tied to the top of the pole, and a bloody thing was tied to the other end, hanging in mid-air: "Look, your baby is over there."
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