Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 70

Laozi looked at him even more sadly, pinched her thigh, and two tears welled up in her phoenix eyes, rolling down her cheeks. She choked back tears, saying, "How...how could you say that to me?"

"That's good enough! Crocodile tears." The transvestite glanced at me, clearly not treating me like a human being at all.

"It's right to cry over a mouse; cats and mice are one family."

"Ha! Ha! This is the first time I've ever heard such absurdity!"

"You've had your first time before, so please don't let me be the one to give it to you every time, okay?"

"You!...Fine! You're something else. I'll just pretend I ran into a ghost on my way out."

"You're just scaring yourself when you look in the mirror."

"It's better to be scared to death than to be disgusted to death by someone."

"You've been feeling nauseous for months, even my fourth sister-in-law is better than you."

The transvestite stared at me with his big, round eyes, and I stared back at him with tears in my eyes (let's see who has bigger eyes).

The transvestite looked away and waved his hand, saying, "This young master won't stoop to the level of a petty person."

"That's right, you'll only see him/her after he/she is born."

"Shen Ziyi! Your mouth is completely unnecessary."

Better something superfluous than useless. I blinked, glanced at the Homo sapiens staring blankly in the corner, and said sweetly, "No way! Chouqian said it's great, and even said my mouth tastes delicious. How could it be superfluous? Right, Chouqian?"

As soon as I finished speaking, all four eyes stared at me. I gently touched my red, tear-stained nose and pretended to be cute. "Really, if you don't believe me, ask Chou Qian."

All four eyes once again focused on the wooden figure in the corner. The ugly creature nodded unmoved, stating without looking up, "Yes, not to the point of being unable to eat."

Huh? Is this kid out of his mind today?

"Sikong!" Zi Mo glared at Chou Qian with a sharp look of anger: "Don't mess around with Eleven."

The transvestite stared at Chou Qian without blinking.

Chou Qian suddenly turned to them and said, "I only kissed him, is that considered messing around?"

Zi Mo suddenly clenched his fist, and my poor little shoulder was tortured by him.

The transvestite looked at me in disbelief. I grinned and said, "He's the one who's plotting against me!"

Zi Mo, the transvestite, instantly stood upright, glaring angrily at Chou Qian (How come the car roof didn't damage your heads?).

Chou Qian shifted his gaze back to the car floor and said leisurely, "You can believe what he says?"

Damn it, say that again!

Zi Mo, the transvestite, kept staring at Chou Qian's back.

Chou Qian peered at me through the gap between the two door gods: "You'd better do something useful. Do you really think it's necessary to spout such meaningless nonsense?"

"Say that again!" I pushed Zi Mo aside and instantly stood in front of Chou Qian. How dare you make a personal attack? I didn't offend you.

I pointed at him and said, "Try repeating that again if you dare."

"Whether I repeat myself or not is my freedom, and besides, I didn't say anything wrong!" Chou Qian looked at me calmly, his calm eyes filled with undisguised accusation, making me want to punch him.

"Sikong Qian!" I thought you had offended me, but you still managed to provoke me today.

"This is the first time you've called me by my name." The person's calculating gaze was surprisingly calm. But that's not our topic, okay?

"Because your name sounds awful."

"Sikong! Even if Xiaoyi is wrong, you shouldn't be so harsh on him now."

Even Zi Mo thinks you're in the wrong. Apologize quickly.

"When is it appropriate to be harsh with him? When he commits a grave mistake—or when he dies of old age?"

"Sikong, you've seen a ghost today." Even the transvestite could tell that something was wrong with the idiot.

"It's a ghost!" The ugly guy said, then without a word, his face darkening, he turned and leaped out the window and ran away! Who messed with him today? We stared blankly at the suddenly empty seat, our six eyes meeting in disbelief, and then we all blurted out the same thing: "What's wrong with him today?"

"I think he's going through menopause."

"What is menopause?!" Four-eyed man stared at me blankly.

"Damn! There's something even dumber."

"Who are you talking about!"

"I'm talking to you."

The transvestite made a move, and Zi Mo picked me up and flew away. What about our "car"?

The transvestite was chasing us. Zi Mo pulled me along as we ran.

The transvestite chased after me, yelling. I stuck out my tongue and recited a nursery rhyme: "The transvestite is a big dummy, with long arms and legs, picking eggs, picking a salted duck egg, boiling eggs every day, not knowing if the transvestite is a chicken egg or a duck egg!"

"Shen Ziyi, you better pray you don't have any more outsiders in the future!" the transvestite threatened me, spewing lava.

I patted my chest nervously: "I was wrong, I was wrong! Haha!"

"Shen Ziyi!"

"Stop shouting, the whole capital knows my name now." It's so nice to have a safe haven; I don't even have to lift a finger to escape. "Go ahead and chase me, I have an automatic helicopter!" I patted Zi Mo on the shoulder and roared, "Giddy up! Chang'e 1, go!"