41 Pervert! (1/2)

The reason why there was no sleeping gas effect on Nuwa's body because she was already prepared. Though it was for the 'sh*t fragrance pouch', but she somewhat became lucky.

Well, it was reasonable since she was also a victim of King Lin's greatest creation, *cough*, odor attack. Nuwa s.h.i.+vered of thinking what happened to her back then.

That was such a horrifying experience! For an entire week, Nuwa suffered from extreme stomach ache. Welp, the bomb's aftereffect was sort of unpredictable, she heard from some people that they also suffered from different types of diseases. 'What a terrifying thing!' she murmured.

Overall, Nuwa had no intention to undergo the same experience ever again.

As a result, before leaving the carriage, Nuwa tightly covered her nose and mouth with a thick cotton cloth. For a guaranteed precaution, she also covered her nostrils so that she wouldn't inhale the poisonous odor. Since her face was covered by the wedding veil, n.o.body doubted her intentions.

Who knew that her precautions could help her to remain conscious!

Nuwa looked at the bandits' crowd; most of their faces were also covered with clothes. However, there were also some exceptions. For example, the two bandits that guarded her up until now.

She curiously peeked at the wound face's back, who was standing beside her with a smile.

'Why he is not using anything? Is there any secret!' She wondered.

Nuwa recalled that compared to the scary face's constant threatening att.i.tudes; compared to him, wound face behaved nicely to her. Previously most of her questions were also replied by him, so, a sprout of hope growth in Nuwa's mind.

”When will they wake up, Mister?”

The would face diverted his attention on Nuwa's sudden soft, childish voice. His mood actually got better after observing Ruo Xie's unbelievable defeat including, the glimpse of his legendary boss's back. He was sure that they become rich today, they didn't need to suffer for a long time. As a result, he didn't mind answering Nuwa.

It never came across to his mind that right now this seemingly harmless, pitiful girl was actually a wolf in sheep's clothing who was going to turn his life into huge chaos that his own people would execrate him...

”A few days later.” Wound face answered softly.

'Woah! He isn't rude!'

Nuwa laughed inwardly when loudly sat on the ground. The wound face almost jumped on fright on Nuwa's abrupt actions. Her fall was so dramatic as if, her soul left from her body. She looked defeated and pitiful, her body was slightly shaking as if she was silently crying. Tucking down a corner of the wound face's robes, stutteringly, Nuwa started to plead.

”P-Please don't kill them, Mister.”

Seeing Nuwa's sorry state, the wound face became flabbergastered.

'What should I do? This rich miss is annoying as h.e.l.l!'

”Stop!” He roared.

Nuwa flinched for a second for his sudden outburst. 'Did he notice?'

Obviously, Nuwa was acting. She wanted to sit on the floor because it would be difficult if she attacked the wound face when he was cautiously guarding her. Nuwa was sure she would be knocked out by the moment he senses her unusual movements.

She wanted him to be off guarded around her. Yes, her sneak attack had already started and her first target was him. However, she wanted to finish him silently so, she worryingly looked at the wound face's troubled expression.

However, she breather a sigh of relief after listening to him.

”I forbid you to cry.”

”Wu-wu-wu-wu...” Taking out a sharp needle, Nuwa made noises as if she was crying in agony.

”Don't cry.”

”Wu-wu-wu-wu....”

The wound face helplessly said when touching his forehead. The more he forbade Nuwa to cry, the loud her voice would become. He felt a tinge of headache was coming. He hesitate, if he should knock off Nuwa by pressing her acupuncture points. Howebit, since their boss hadn't ordered anything she didn't want to make her unconscious. As a result, with a soothing voice, he started to coax Nuwa as if she was a five-year-old kid.

”Hus.h.!.+ We won't do anything to them.”

He didn't want to use force on Nuwa, he kept it as his last option since she looked delicate and fragile. Looking at Nuwa's wedding dress, the wound face suddenly felt guilty thinking that they had indeed wronged Nuwa. Sigh! But what could they do! This was the only means of their survival.

As a result, he started persuading Nuwa.