Chapter 54 054 "If you don't like it, just throw it away!"
The red dress fell to the ground and looked like a pool of blood.
The little poisonous creature slowly clenched its fist, the ghostly flames on its body, which had surged like a dazzling galaxy at its master's command, instantly darkened like a turbulent riverbed. Its already dark eyes deepened, staring silently at Jiang Ling'er like stagnant water...
His handsome face was tense, his thin lips pressed together until they were almost white. After a long while, he finally spoke:
"...Is this what you wanted to say?"
"Where would we get the money to buy a dress? And whose did you steal from? Do you know how despicable this is?!"
Lessons learned from the past. Jiang Ling'er still remembered how, as soon as they came down the mountain, the little poisoner managed to steal everything from the innkeeper and all the grooms in the blink of an eye. This time, she wondered who he had stolen from, and which poor, innocent person he had stolen from.
"Despicable...behavior?"
The little poisonous creature chewed on those four words in a low voice. He had been kneeling in front of Jiang Ling'er, but he slowly stood up and stood in front of her.
He used to pride himself on being an unscrupulous villain, an eccentric, and even a petty person. He knew his nickname "Little Poison" wasn't much better than "petty person," but now... he just inexplicably didn't want to hear those two words from Jiang Ling'er's mouth!
His pale face had completely lost its color, like a snow-covered mountain. He coldly stared at Jiang Ling'er, scratching his hair in frustration, and his lips curled into a mocking smile: "Heh."
He suddenly leaned down and approached Jiang Ling'er, his hands gripping the armrests of her chair on either side. Caught off guard, Jiang Ling'er instinctively leaned back, her back pressed tightly against the back of the chair.
Looking up, I was met with a pair of eyes burning with a sea of black flames, almost within arm's reach:
“I’ve told you before, Qing Shi Town is full of criminals and vicious desperados. Who knows where his money came from? Stealing from those who deserve it, is it still ‘stealing’? He’s clearly acting on behalf of God!”
Jiang Ling'er immediately retorted: "Stealing is stealing!"
As soon as she finished speaking, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, the little poisonous creature's hands, which were gripping her on both sides, trembled violently, then she gripped the armrests tightly, and the veins on the back of her hands bulged out in a frightening way.
Jiang Ling'er noticed that his chest was rising and falling slightly, as if he was enduring something. She heard him chuckle softly twice, then get up, turn around and leave.
Jiang Ling'er picked up the red dress that had fallen to the ground and threw it at the little poisoner's back:
"I don't like the dress you bought with dirty money. Put it back where you bought it!"
The little poisoner paused, and the red dress slipped off his shoulder.
Jiang Ling'er saw his fists clenched so tightly at his sides, his knuckles white. Each word was forced out through his teeth, each utterance radiating blatant anger:
"If you don't like it, just throw it away!"
The door was slammed shut, and the person rushed out.
Jiang Ling'er stared at the swaying wooden door, biting her lip and clenching her fists tightly. Her eyes were glistening. Without the little poisonous creature and the torrent of ghost fire, she quickly bit her lip until it was mottled and her eyes were slightly red. Only in this way could she suppress the surging tears.
She released her lips, slowly exhaling a breath of pent-up frustration, finally calming down. Her gaze shifted downwards—and she saw the red dress lying disheveled on the ground.
It's already dirty.
Jiang Ling'er stared at the red dress for a long time before bending down to pick it up. She didn't know when it had started raining outside.
The rain was mixed with snowflakes as small as goose feathers; it was so cold.
Jiang Ling'er stared at the swirling rain and snowflakes for a quarter of an hour, then another quarter of an hour...
Three-quarters of an hour.
She gripped the red dress tightly in her hand, gritted her teeth, and cursed under her breath:
"...You brat!"
She placed the red dress on the table, grabbed the bamboo flute and oil-paper umbrella from the table, and chased after him.
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The streets were deserted.
Jiang Ling'er tucked the bamboo flute into her waistband, grabbed the oil-paper umbrella, and chased after the little poisonous creature, but didn't see it.
The rain and snow fell heavily and quickly washed away the little poisonous creature's footprints.
It was only afternoon, but in the north it gets dark early, and dusk was falling soon.
As night fell, the surroundings were covered in a blanket of white snow, and the darkness made it even harder to find anyone.
In this vast expanse, he might find it difficult to find his way home.
Jiang Ling'er was in a hurry and walked even faster, almost running. Suddenly, she bumped into an old man, who was quite thin and short. The old man was actually knocked aside by the whirlwind Jiang Ling'er!
Jiang Ling'er's slender waist swayed in the air like a willow branch. Her movements even preceded her thoughts. Subconsciously, she instantly closed the oil-paper umbrella, the tip of which was horizontal to the old man's collar. With a hook and a pull, the old man's momentum, which was about to rush straight to the ground, was neutralized by the oil-paper umbrella!
Jiang Ling'er paused, quickly folded up the umbrella handle, and took the old man's arm for support.
"Sir, are you alright?"
The old man seemed to have just recovered from the shock, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. Still shaken, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Young lady, what skill you have!"
Looking up, one sees the face of a gaunt old man, with a pair of tightly closed eyes.
He was blind.
Jiang Ling'er paused slightly, and a fleeting look crossed Yang Da Niang's face: "I'm so sorry, so sorry, I'm really so sorry..."
Seeing that the old man was alright, she breathed a sigh of relief, but the old man's next words froze her in place:
"Young lady, do you have... a gray purse? I've been searching this street for days... that's my winter savings, what am I going to do if I can't find it..."
Although her intuition told her it was unlikely to be that coincidental, Jiang Ling'er still asked the question:
"How...how did the old man lose it?"
The old man pondered deeply, his words vague: "That night...that night I was traveling with money in my pocket, just like just now! Unfortunately, someone bumped into me, and a young man, like a young woman, helped me up. But when I came to my senses, the money pouch in my pocket was gone! It must have been lost in the snow that day...but I've searched for days and still haven't found it..."
Jiang Ling'er didn't know if this small Qing Shi Town was truly as the little poisoner had said, a place where hidden talents lay hidden. If the purse wasn't lost—she couldn't be sure that the old man's purse was stolen by the little poisoner—but she had seen the little poisoner steal money from many people in broad daylight, whether without anyone noticing or in full view of everyone. Not everyone had such superhuman skill in taking things out of a bag.
He couldn't help but believe it a little more, especially when the old man's tightly closed eyes overlapped with those of Granny Yang...
A flush of shame washed over her cheeks: "Uncle, I...I'll..."
Unfortunately, he was penniless and couldn't find a single copper coin even after searching both pockets.
Jiang Ling'er was feeling ashamed and at a loss when suddenly a shout came from behind her:
Get out of the way!!!
A donkey with glossy coat carried a person and galloped at full speed, heading straight for Jiang Ling'er and the old man!
Jiang Ling'er used her oil-paper umbrella to shield the old man and pushed him aside. As the donkey, startled, leaped over Jiang Ling'er's head, she squinted at the sun, lightly touched the ground with her toes, jumped onto the donkey's back, grabbed the reins from the young man in front of her, and pulled hard with her backhand!
The donkey neighed loudly and kicked its two front legs a few times in the air before finally being brought to a stop.
At the same time, the sticks flew through the air and scattered all over the ground.
Jiang Ling'er let out a soft "whoosh," slightly relieved. Ironically, she was used to riding horses; this was the first time she'd ever tamed a donkey.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, about to get off the donkey, when suddenly her wrist was grabbed.
soon.
It happened so fast that she didn't even have time to react before she bumped into a pair of dark phoenix eyes.
The newcomer wore a disheveled, smoky blue Taoist robe. His eyebrows were like distant mountains, and his phoenix eyes were deep and bright. The blood-red setting sun behind him cast a golden glow on his fair and handsome face. The young, handsome Taoist priest gripped her wrist tightly, his long brows furrowed like coiled vines, staring at her intently.
"How strange, why can't I calculate your destiny?"
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Author's Note: One more chapter today!
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