Die weibliche Nebenfigur ist unschuldig

Kapitel 36

Kim Jong-un, who had just figured out what was going on, turned green with rage.

Only the scholar looked excited, his eyes shining as he looked at me. After a short silence, he strode towards me: "This brother is truly my soulmate! Your insightful and noble gaze has captivated me... Brother... Hey... Brother... Ah, Uncle Xu, don't hold me back, I'm not leaving! Ah!—Brother, until we meet again... Uh... Until we meet again..."

The little boy stared wide-eyed at the scholar being dragged away by his stern-faced attendants, then looked back at my smiling lips and suddenly jumped up and yelled, "Ouch, my ear!"

I let go.

As soon as the little brat escaped my control, he covered his ears and jumped up and ran away in a flash.

"Kim Sam," I said.

Kim Sam-il darted forward and grabbed the little kid by the collar, pulling him back.

"What are you going to do?" the little brat glared at me.

"Xiao Ni, why are you so forgetful? Didn't I tell you that if you don't listen, I'll beat you and not give you any food? Why do you still try to run away? If you run away, you'll go hungry for three days." I said slowly.

The little brat hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly said, "Okay, I was wrong. I shouldn't have dragged you into this. But you weren't fooled, so why are you arguing with me?"

You brat, even your apology has to be so forceful.

Chapter 88, Thirty-Sixth Transformation

"Little Mud, what are you saying? If a child is hungry, they'll probably just talk nonsense. Never mind, let's go home first. Since you behaved well today, you won't go hungry tonight." I patted his head.

Is it really that big of a deal to apologize?

Hmph, you want me to let you go? Dream on.

"You..." The little brat got angry and yelled, "Hey, I've already apologized to you, what more do you want?"

I looked up, feigning surprise: "Nothing much? I'm just taking you home for dinner."

He panicked: "I don't know you, I don't want to go with you, let me go."

He struggled in Kim Jong-un's grasp, but Kim Jong-un was born with superhuman strength; how could he possibly budge him even an inch? The little brat struggled for a while, then his mouth trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes: "Waaaaah...you're bullying me...waaaaah...you're such a big guy, bullying a little kid like me...waaaaah..."

The little boy closed his eyes and cried for a while. When he didn't hear any noise, he looked up and saw me looking at him with great interest. He shivered, slowly lowered his head, tugged at my clothes, and pleaded softly, "Big brother, I was wrong. Please let me go. I will never do it again. Please let me go. If I don't go home, my mother will worry."

I hesitated for a moment, then said, "Oh, I see... Alright. I'll let you off this time, but next time..."

"No, there won't be a next time." He hurriedly looked up and promised, his big eyes blinking pitifully.

I nodded to Kim Jong-un. As soon as Kim Jong-un let go of my hand, he bowed slightly to me and slowly walked into the alley.

As soon as they entered the alley, the child darted to the side, glanced back outside, and saw that the boy in light green clothes and his black-clad attendant were no longer there. He then clutched his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

He laughed smugly: "Hmph, no matter how smart you are, you'll still get tricked by me. Trying to catch me? We'll see next time."

The child puffed out his chest proudly, ready to leave, when he heard a faint, leisurely voice coming from the depths of the alley: "That's not necessarily true. I think it wouldn't be bad to take you with me this time."

The child was stunned for a moment, and then saw the boy in light green clothes walk out of the shadows with a smile. Behind him was a tall, thin follower with a cold face and dressed in black.

The child's face immediately fell.

"May I have your name?"

"﹏﹏"silence

"Little dog?"

"﹏﹏" remained silent.

"Little rabbit?"

"﹏﹏"

"Mud monkey?"

"﹏﹏" An eternal, unchanging silence...

"Fleas? Spring bugs? Dead pigs? Bedbugs? Chicken feathers? ﹏﹏" continued to entice.

A frantic voice cried out, "Stop! My name is Xiao Zheng!"

Nodding: "Oh, Little Mud..."

"Xiao Zheng!"

"I know your name is Xiao Zheng. Xiao Ni, by the way, your hairstyle is really wrong, it shouldn't be like this, and why did you get your face all dirty with mud? You know it's filthy, right? From now on, you're staying by my side, so be good and don't run away...hey...you..."

A loud bang was heard, followed by the sound of a child crying out in pain.

"Little Mud, why are you so disobedient? I've told you so many times not to run around like that, especially not to put any random things on me. Why don't you listen? Honestly. Look, you almost stepped on my cockroach! And this little weed, though it looks inconspicuous, is still a life! Look, you kicked it and it's broken. Sigh, what a sin." The clear voice was slow and leisurely, with a relaxed tone.

Chapter 89 I Will Marry You

A suppressed rage, tinged with an unconscious air of authority, came from a child's voice: "You big bad guy, let me go, let me go! Take this thing away! How dare you treat me like this? I... I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

"Oh? Young Master?" The original voice chimed in, still with a nonchalant tone: "I'm so scared. Just let me know when you're going to make me regret it, so I can run away quickly."

The room was quiet for a while, then Kim Sam, who was guarding outside, couldn't resist peeking in. Suddenly, he was startled by a silvery laugh coming from inside.

The little guy the gang leader brought back, who refused to back down no matter what and would seize any opportunity to run away, suddenly laughed so happily: "Hey, I'll really remember how you treated me."

What kind of talk is this? Jin San frowned, then heard the gang leader's lazy voice reply, "Fine, what if you remember it?"