Transmigrated Empresses (Male and Female)

Chapter 159

Dressed in red, he sat gracefully on a chair, his delicate skin even more tender than a woman's, and his beautiful phoenix eyes scanned the room with a sharp, intelligent gaze.

But he just wouldn't look at me, so I had no choice but to put on a tragic show for him.

Lao Tzu, adopting his usual shameless manner, sat on the ground and wept bitterly: for the possible speculations, for my reluctance to part.

I regretted doing that; it really lowered my standards.

Ever since Lao Tzu started hanging out with flies, he's become more and more like them.

Just when I was about to give up, the fly finally had a change of heart and approached me, helping me onto the soft couch like it was coaxing a child. I enjoyed it so much that I cried even harder.

Having been with him for so many years, I know he won't really have the patience to coax me; he'll just give me the runaround.

So when he was about to lose his temper, I kissed him, kissed the temptation I had imagined for so long. His lips were so alluring, and the words he uttered could infuriate Su Gu every time.

His lips were sweet, as sweet as his gentle and tender manner when he was being affectionate.

I kissed him carefully, and miraculously he didn't flinch. I was captivated by his rare obedience and almost lost my mind. I knew I was taking advantage of his naivety, but my hands just wouldn't stop moving.

I guarantee: It will definitely be good for the flies.

I spotted them as soon as they stepped outside. I didn't stop. The flies are mine, they are mine now, and they will be mine in the future. I want to use my limited time to assert my sovereignty over Zi Mo.

To Laozi's surprise, the first person to appear beside us was Sikong.

The aura he exuded at that moment suddenly made me realize the danger. Sikong's hand moved swiftly and decisively, and I was surprised to find his technique so familiar, like that of the elder that my master feared...

Before I lost consciousness, I saw three other faces that were trying to kill me, and a charming face with a fawning smile. At that moment, he was even more beautiful because of me...

Even without thinking, I know who hit me when I wake up, haha! Damn it, a bunch of jealous bastards who can't have what they want.

I clenched my fists, feeling frustrated as I realized how many opponents I had.

That despicable Sikong, you're the one who slanders flies the most, why are you joining in now?

I smashed everything within my reach and summoned the secret agents my father had prepared for me to vent my pent-up emotions.

Just as I was about to launch my second round of destruction, that sneaky figure that had me in a daze circled around to my front.

I looked at him, suddenly afraid to speak. I was afraid he would be angry, and I was also afraid that I wouldn't be able to explain my behavior yesterday.

He was as delicate as a porcelain doll, but he showed no anger or accusation. He beckoned me over with his finger. On any other day, I would have hit him long ago. How dare he treat me like a servant? He must be tired of living.

But today was different. I walked into him with a sigh of relief, deciding to treat yesterday's incident as a drunken lapse in judgment.

I calmly yelled at him, "Who hit me yesterday!"

The fly shrank its neck, its bright phoenix eyes darting away from my questions, and finally mustered its courage to say, "You bumped into it yourself."

"A collision? Only you would dare to think of that answer."

I suppressed the urge to laugh, watching this little guy lie without batting an eye.

"I'm not that stupid." A taller figure loomed over him, and he tried to bluff his way out, his cute little mouth making a hundred different mouth movements, while his phoenix eyes blinked for a long time without showing any interest.

My mischievous fly! I hope it's always this happy.

[Bonus Chapter: Chapter 50]

"Little grass, bring the bathwater to my room." I'll take a sauna and go to sleep.

I had just entered the room when Zimo followed right behind me.

I slammed the door shut. A protest against my dissatisfaction with Zi Mo.

Zi Mo watched as I spontaneously found a seat. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sleepy." I tidied my clothes, prepared to take a shower, and went to bed.

Zi Mo looked at me unhappily: "You're angry with me."

"I wouldn't dare." I'm counting on you for food, how could I be angry with the Kitchen God?

"Is it for Lu Susu?" Zi Mo asked frankly.

How righteous and awe-inspiring! "Isn't Lu Susu's matter worth getting angry about?" I glared at him, untied my hair tie, and tidied my hair.

Zi Mo looked at me with a complicated expression: "Don't interfere in her affairs!"

"I didn't care, I cared about my nephew." No matter what, he's still your child. Why are you so heartless? This isn't the person I remember. In my heart, you are kind, lovely, warm, and reliable. Don't let your mind become complicated, and don't harm those around you. That will bring you retribution, just like my death in my previous life.

I gripped the comb tightly, the resentment flowing in my blood making me want to tear the woman who harmed me to pieces.

"Little Eleven?" Zi Mo called me tentatively.

I suppressed my unnecessary emotions, took off my clothes, and prepared to take a bath.

Zi Mo awkwardly turned his head away: "Eleven, I have my own considerations regarding her matter."

"Your consideration is to sacrifice her." I don't object to you taking action, but why her? She reminds me of a figure who is always behind me, the only person who ever stood in front of me, and the one who shielded me from the wind. Gentle and affectionate, her love is unspoken. Why don't you cherish it?

I took off my coat and tested the water that the grass had carried; the temperature was just right.

Just as I was about to go in, Zi Mo said confidently, "What's wrong with making necessary sacrifices!"

I turned around abruptly to look at him: "Say it again." So you're all the same, what hypocrites. No regrets is just a bit arrogant. You're the foxes buried in your bones.