Urbaner Blumentraum

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He held the knife around Chen Yilang's head, looking for a suitable place to cut, but his technique was not good. In addition to shaving Chen Yilang's head into a mess, he also made several cuts on Chen Yilang's scalp, which bled profusely.

Chen Yilang was incredibly tough. With a sharp blade at his neck, he showed no fear whatsoever. His eyes glared fiercely at Zhu Huihui, as if he wanted to jump up and bite her to death.

Looking at her husband's bloodied head, Song Xiaobei, though unable to move or speak, was filled with anxiety and tears streamed down her face, her heartache evident.

Zhu Huihui cursed, "Why are you glaring at me? If you glare at me again, I'll slash your wife's face!"

He reached out and pinched Song Xiaobei's face, then gripped the knife with both hands and swung it out.

As soon as Song Xiaobei closed her eyes, she heard the sound of wind and felt a coolness on her face. She thought her face had been scratched, and tears flowed even more freely.

But then Zhu Huihui burst into laughter: "Damn it! You're even poorer than me!"

Song Xiaobei was stunned for a moment, feeling that she didn't seem to feel any pain on her face. She was puzzled, opened her eyes and looked, then exclaimed "Oh my god!" before closing her eyes again, her face burning red.

In that instant she opened her eyes, she saw it clearly. The black-clad man among the "Two Fiends of Xuan Yin" had his trousers bunched up at his ankles, his two black-haired thighs bare, and he was only wearing a pair of shorts with four or five holes...

Although she was a little embarrassed, she felt relieved. It turned out the girl's knife wasn't aimed at her face, but at the burly man's belt! This greedy fellow… he's so stingy! He's amassed so much wealth, yet he's so miserly he can't even afford decent shorts…

The burly man stared wide-eyed, his face flushed a dark red, unable to speak, but could only curse Zhu Huihui hundreds of times in his heart.

Zhu Huihui curled her lip: "Poor bastard!" Ignoring him, she turned around and, wielding her knife, cut the belts of the old Taoist and Chen Yilang. She then rummaged through their pockets and arms, taking everything, big or small, and stuffed it into her own bag.

The three men, with their six bare legs, looked at each other in disbelief. They were used to robbing and plundering, but this time they never expected to be robbed themselves!

There's still Song Xiaobei left. Zhu Huihui doesn't care whether she's a woman or not; she's prepared to deal with her the same way.

Just as the knife was placed on her belt, she suddenly heard a soft cough beside her ear. The sound was not loud, but it was very clear.

Zhu Huihui flinched, lost control of her wrist, and instantly cut Song Xiaobei's belt, her clothes came undone, and the tip of the knife even made a cut on her waist. Although it wasn't deep, a lot of blood flowed out.

She reacted quickly, holding a knife to Song Xiaobei's neck, regardless of whether the intruder was friend or foe, and taking a hostage first.

Looking back, I saw two people standing under the shade of a tree not far away.

One man and one woman.

The man was refined and elegant, and the woman was exceptionally beautiful.

Zhu Huihui immediately felt relieved, dropped the knife, and ran over excitedly, saying, "Madam, Sir! I caught a few bad guys!"

The gentleman and lady's expressions were cold and stern. After scrutinizing her for a while, they suddenly asked, "Who is Yu Xiaoyao to you?"

Zhu Huihui's eyes widened: "Huh?"

A cold glint flashed in the man's eyes: "You're still pretending to be stupid!"

Zhu Huihui was puzzled: "Huh?"

The lady gazed at her, her beautiful eyes, which always seemed to encompass the world, brimming with tears: "Zhu Huihui, is that little fish demon your teacher or relative?"

What little fish demon? Zhu Huihui didn't understand, but seeing the lady crying, she felt sorry for her and wanted to take her hand to comfort her.

The lady shifted her body slightly, her eyes filled with deep disgust.

Zhu Huihui understood her gaze, and her body trembled. She took two steps back, her rosy face instantly turning pale. She had genuinely liked this gentleman and lady, which was why she had agreed to be with them. But now, they hated her…

She was quite shameless; the more people disliked her, the more she would provoke them, and the more they disliked her, the more fun she found it. However, those were all just pranks on strangers; deep down, she still possessed an innate pride and stubbornness—if someone she liked didn't like her, she would absolutely never approach them again!

Therefore, when she thought that Feng Xuese wanted to get rid of her, she left without hesitation; and because of this, when she found that her husband and wife disliked her, she felt cold and immediately backed away, keeping her distance from them.

Her taking two steps back, then a few more, was merely an unconscious action, but in the eyes of her husband and wife, it was a sign of guilt.

The man stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, and said in a voice as cold as ice, "Speak! Who is Yu Xiaoyao to you!"

Zhu Huihui felt a splitting pain in her wrist, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on her forehead. She didn't know what she had done wrong, and felt extremely wronged. She bit her lip tightly to keep from crying out in pain, but tears still fell one by one.

Although the lady was very angry with Zhu Huihui, she was kind-hearted. Seeing her in pain and crying, she couldn't help but hold the gentleman's hand to signal him not to frighten her.

The man looked at his wife, took a deep breath, and slowly released Zhu Huihui's arm: "Zhu Huihui, have we, as husband and wife, ever wronged you?"

Zhu Huihui rubbed her wrist and shook her head, telling herself: They saved us, we can't curse them, not even in our hearts...

"Then tell us, what is your relationship with Yu Xiaoyao?"

Zhu Huihui wiped away her tears: "You all keep asking about Yu Xiaoyao, but who knows who she is! I don't know her!"

"You don't know Yu Xiaoyao?" the lady asked.

"I don't know him! I've never even heard of him."

The lady and gentleman exchanged a glance. How could this be? The poison in the lecherous man's body, the child's unruly and rebellious behavior—it was clearly that man's style…

They waited for Zhu Huihui for a long time but she didn't return, wondering what had happened, so they came to look for her together. At the teahouse at the village entrance, they first rescued the five heroes of Qi Yun who were tied up. Although the five were listless, fortunately they only had external injuries. The husband and wife helped them apply medicine, and while they were arguing, they learned what had happened. Fearing that something might have happened to Zhu Huihui, the couple immediately came to rescue her on their way.

When they found her, they saw that the lecherous man had died from poisoning.

The strange poison caused the gentleman and lady to stop in their tracks, looking at each other with dismay.

After Zhu Huihui escaped and the four others, including "the scoundrels," chased after her, the couple slowly walked towards the fallen Se Sha.

But before they could examine it, a thick yellow smoke billowed from the corpse. The flesh quickly collapsed, rotted, and weathered away. In less than a quarter of an hour, even the bones had turned to dust, leaving the open space charred black with only a few fragments remaining.

Seeing this scene, the husband and wife's hearts, which had been as bright and open as the clear moon, simultaneously sank. They sank to the deepest abyss, back to that night more than ten years ago that had brought them eternal damnation…

It was her! No one in the world could concoct such a potent poison except her!

That little fish demon!