Бездомная собака в моих мыслях

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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!

That venomous woman who stole their healthy and adorable baby, but returned a child who was worse than dead!

Memories drifted by like smoke, their hearts filled with anxiety, worry, anger, resentment... a whole host of negative emotions. They barely managed to control themselves, chasing after Zhu Huihui to get to the bottom of things. And so, just as the four accomplices were about to kill her, they intervened and subdued them.

After that, they stood behind the tree, coldly watching Zhu Huihui's methods of dealing with the enemy, and the more they watched, the more chilled they became!

This child's behavior is exactly the same as Yu Xiaoyao's back then! Although Yu Xiaoyao's actions were more vicious, Zhu Huihui is extremely insidious—but they are both equally evil and eerie. Who would believe that they are not related?

The lady, still troubled, asked again, "Zhu Huihui, how did that young man over there die?"

Zhu Huihui honestly replied, "I don't know."

Seeing the doubt on the faces of her husband and wife, she felt a pang of sadness. She had trusted and loved them so much, yet they did not believe her!

The gentleman and lady exchanged a glance, their sleeves flashing out as they released the pressure points of "collusion" and "mysterious yin evil." The first thing the three men did was to pull up their trousers.

The burly man cursed at Zhu Huihui, and if he hadn't been holding onto his waistband with both hands, he probably would have pounced on him and started hitting him.

The old Taoist priest quickly stopped him: "Second brother, don't be rude in front of the master and mistress!"

The burly man glared, about to retort, when Chen Yilang and Song Xiaobei, disregarding their still-bleeding bodies, stepped forward and knelt down to pay their respects: "Junior disciples of Baiyun Qiaosou, Chen Yilang and Song Xiaobei, pay our respects to Mr. Chen and Mrs. Wan!" They had seen the two of them once before when they served by their master's side. Although more than ten years had passed, the lady's appearance had not changed at all, so they recognized her at a glance.

The dark-skinned man cried out in surprise, "Wh...what? They are Mr. Chen and Mrs. Wan? Mrs. Wan from the Valley of Sorrow? The Great Compassionate Bodhisattva, the Divine Physician Mrs. Wan?"

Madam Wan nodded with a smile, "Hello! It is indeed I, your humble wife!" But her heart was in turmoil, and her smile was tinged with sorrow.

The burly man was visibly excited. He knelt down with a thud and kowtowed three times: "Madam Wan, my mother, the Fairy of Azure Sky, was ambushed eighteen years ago and was saved by you. She has always asked me to kowtow to you on her behalf!"

Madam Wan nodded: "So you are the son of an old friend. How is your mother?"

The dark-skinned man's eyes reddened: "My mother passed away nine years ago."

Madam Wan paused slightly, then sighed softly. Seeing that both Chen and Song were covered in blood, she reached into her robes, took out a small bottle of medicine, and handed it to Chen Yilang: "Although you two have only superficial wounds, the excessive bleeding is still bad for your health. You should treat your wounds first!"

Chen Yilang accepted the medicine bottle with both hands and bowed to express his gratitude.

Mr. Chen then inquired in detail about the cause of death of the evil spirit.

Zhu Huihui listened to their conversation from the side, feeling completely lost.