Sueños Florales en la Ciudad

Capítulo 39

Hmm, this guy finally looks like a human being now! Maple Snow Color was slightly satisfied.

"Zhu Huihui!"

"You... I'm here!" Zhu Huihui dared to argue with four old women, but he didn't dare to talk back to the old man, so he obediently stood up at attention. Damn it! He was always the one touching other women, but today he was being touched by other women, four of them at that! What a loss!

Upon seeing the face that appeared before her, Feng Xuese was suddenly stunned.

She had a pointed, oval face with fair, rosy skin and a slightly chubby face, her cheeks like adorable little pink dumplings. She had a rosy mouth, a delicate nose, and a pair of almond-shaped eyes that were bright and clear, constantly darting around. Before, on that dirty face, they had been sly and cunning, but now, paired with this face, they looked incredibly charming and spirited.

This…this beautiful girl is Zhu Huihui? Is she that dirty, scoundrel Zhu Huihui who swears and misreads words?

Feng Xuese subconsciously wanted to rub her eyes, but after a moment's pause, she touched her forehead instead. The scene before her was so different from her previous impression that she should doubt her brain rather than her eyes!

In fact, he already knew that Zhu Huihui was a woman.

He knew it when he checked her pulse on the mountain. However, he could never have imagined that the rascal who crawled in the mud and rolled in the dirt, after being cleaned up and dressed in new clothes, would be so clever and cute.

Despite the undeniable fact that he was the rogue who carried a wooden bucket and a long ladle and threw "gold" all over the river at Peach Blossom Ferry in Liuhua River, Feng Xuese could never quite reconcile the image of the fresh-faced girl in front of her.

Zhu Huihui waited for a long time, but the old man just stared at her without saying a word. She was a little puzzled and cautiously looked around. Suddenly, she saw the red-robed monk staring at her blankly by the window, and her eyes lit up: "Master! Master! Can I have my Huahua back?"

"Hua Hua?" Nishino En paused, "You mean that pig?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Master is wise! Master is wise!" Zhu Huihui flattered incoherently.

"Stewed it!" Nishino En casually said. He was also in a state of confusion. Was this the filthy ghost he had trampled underfoot that day? The difference was too great!

Upon hearing this, Zhu Huihui was dumbfounded.

She endured humiliation and followed Feng Xuese obediently. No matter how hard she traveled, how much she suffered, or how she escaped death, she never dared to have any disloyal thoughts. Part of it was because she was afraid of dying, and the other part was because Hua Hua had been captured by this damned monk and held hostage. Now, this damned monk had actually stewed Hua Hua!

The thought of Zhu Huahua, whom she had raised since childhood and who had accompanied her on her travels, turning into a bowl of braised pork made Zhu Huihui's blood boil. She completely forgot that the master had a knife and cursed, "You damned bastard, you ate my Huahua! I'll make sure your flesh rots away, your whole body oozes pus, your heart and liver are covered in boils, your tongue grows bigger than a pig's tongue, you can't close your mouth, you'll either rot to death or starve to death! Has your family ever had any children...?"

She had drifted aimlessly along the way, learning nothing of value, yet she had an unfailing memory for the most vulgar insults, and the viciousness of her words at this moment was truly astonishing.

The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear - Part Three: Thirteen (1)

Seeing the veins throbbing on Xiye Yan's forehead, Feng Xue Se quickly flicked her sleeve and swiftly sealed Zhu Huihui's speech acupoint.

Zhu Huihui remained oblivious, cursing for a long time with her mouth open, only to find that she could not hear any sound as she opened and closed her mouth. Finally realizing something was wrong, she spat at Xiye Yan.

Xi Yeyan came from a prominent family, was handsome, and had superb martial arts skills. He was a leading figure in the martial arts world. He had never been scolded in his life, and no one had ever dared to be presumptuous in front of him. But now he was being scolded by this rogue, who was spewing black smoke from his seven orifices. Xi Yeyan stepped forward and grabbed Zhu Huihui by the neck.

Zhu Huihui glared at him angrily, her face and neck turning red from being pinched, but she refused to show weakness.

Seeing the situation was turning against her, Feng Xuese tried to dissuade him, but Xi Yeyan was so enraged that he only wanted to strangle her and ignored her completely. Left with no other choice, he struck Xi Yeyan's pulse point with his palm.

Nishino En deflected the attack with his bare hand, then extended his left palm from under his sleeve and countered with another move.

Feng Xuese stepped aside, changed her palm into a finger, and flicked it towards the pressure point between his elbows.

Nishino Hikaru lowered his arm slightly, raised his left thumb, and pressed the pad of his finger against the maple-colored Zhongwan acupoint.

The two remained motionless, exchanging seven or eight blows in the blink of an eye, neither gaining the upper hand, and eventually stopped. Nishino En's anger subsided slightly, and he casually tossed Zhu Huihui to the ground.

Zhu Huihui was nearly strangled to death; her throat was aching, and she collapsed to the ground, desperately trying to breathe.

Feng Xuese looked at the five red finger marks on her neck, which she had just washed clean not long ago, and felt a pang of pity. But when she thought of the viciousness of her insults, she felt that she deserved to be taught a lesson, so she said, "Why don't you thank Young Master Xiye for sparing your life!"

Zhu Huihui opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Maple-colored sleeves brushed away her pressure point, revealing Zhu Huihui's hoarse voice, hoarse from a throat injury: "I thank the hell! If he doesn't kill me, I'll kill him in the future..."

Fearing that Xiye Yan would be provoked again, Feng Xuese quickly sealed her speech acupoint once more. She wondered to herself, "Why is this coward suddenly so bold?"

Nishino En took a few deep breaths, then sneered, "You're a woman, and you keep saying you want to be someone's father? Maybe in your next life!"

"..." Zhu Huihui's mouth kept opening and closing, although she couldn't make a sound, it was obviously not a good word.

Nishino En simply used his fingers to release her pressure points: "If you dare to utter another curse, I'll sell you to a brothel!"

"Fuck you! If you've got the guts, kill me!" Zhu Huihui stretched out his neck for him to pinch. "You won't kill me? You won't kill me, huh? Fine, you've got guts! Then you can wait for me to kill you! I'll cut you into pieces, braise your arms, steam your legs, make sweet and sour pork, make cured pork belly, steam buns with the fat, stir-fry the lean meat, make a winter melon soup with your head, hang your shoulders to air dry, make a vinegar-braised liver and kidneys, make boiled intestines and stomach, and if nobody wants your black heart and rotten lungs, I'll throw you out to feed the dogs..."

Her insults became increasingly vulgar. At first, Nishino En was furious, but as he listened, he actually found himself amused by her insults: "What's wrong with the cook in your family?"

"What's it to you, you bald geezer!"

Zhu Huihui was still not satisfied and continued to hurl insults. Feng Xuese gently shouted, "Enough!"

"Not enough!" For the first time in his life, Zhu Huihui dared to talk back to the old man. "He killed my Huahua, and he's going to strangle me!"

Feng Xuese said coldly, "If he really wanted to crush you, do you think you'd still be standing here?"

With a soft "click," Nishino En broke off a piece of wood from the three-inch-thick table with two fingers, rubbed it in his palm, and then blew the wood shavings away.

Zhu Huihui shuddered and touched her neck, but she was still unconvinced: "Then—he also killed my Huahua!"

"Who wants to kill that stinking pig!"

"You're the one who stinks!" Zhu Huihui retorted habitually, then suddenly realized, "What? You mean... you didn't kill it? It's still alive?"

"Someone in Qingyang City is feeding you. Go and get yours later!"

Zhu Huihui was overjoyed: "That's right, that's right! It eats so much, and its meat isn't very tasty. Keeping it is such a waste of your food. It's best to return it to the younger one! Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

Nishino En was wrongly accused and given a severe scolding, only to be immediately praised back as a master, leaving him with a wry smile. Zhu Huihui's quick change of face and thick skin were truly admirable.

Feng Xuese couldn't help but say, "Zhu Huihui, you're a woman, yet you keep using vulgar language, cursing ancestors and grandchildren. It's so improper!" She also kept referring to herself as "father" and "younger," words that are really not suitable for a woman to use.