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Chapter 321 - 288: Fei Mi, Put Your Hair Up

Chapter 321: Chapter 288: Fei Mi, Put Your Hair Up

Seeing Song Xia’s infuriating smirk, Fei Mi subconsciously wanted to slap her, but she held back at the crucial moment.

She wanted to slap her, but was afraid this pervert would lick her hand...

As for Old Wang standing nearby, he was instantly energized!

Hahaha, who would’ve thought after such a long time spectating, I’d also have the chance to take action?

He immediately took off his shoes and charged at Song Xia’s big face with a pair of feet even darker than dark chocolate.

F*cking squid mom p*sser!

Song Xia: ୧(ꐦ҉̛ʘ̆҉̛益ʘ̆҉̛ꐦ҉̛)୨

"Get lost, get lost, bleugh! Bleargh! You... bleargh!"

Oh my god!

The moment Old Wang’s big foot hit Song Xia’s face, her tears were forced out.

That’s so sour!

Bitter than that damn northeastern pickled cabbage by nine degrees!

Especially since Old Wang not only thrust his foot at her but also relentlessly stomped and trampled.

With her big face plastered against it, Song Xia could see all the grime and dead skin on Old Wang’s foot clearly, oh right, there were also some sticky yellow pus-filled sores in between the toes...

Old Wang: (΄◞ิ౪◟ิ‵)

"How’s that, bro! Strong enough for you? I haven’t washed this foot for over half a year. The yellow stuff you see is because I have athlete’s foot, a result of years of rubbing and gouging. This soup has over twenty years of history, a real old hand."

This deathly stench!

It’s truly disorienting!

The tearful and runny-nosed Song Xia couldn’t stand the stench and yawned uncontrollably.

"Ah... ah-ah... yawn! Bleargh!"

She never expected as soon as she opened her mouth, Old Wang took the opportunity and went in, turning her eyes white and causing her to foam at the mouth.

Yuck!

Fei Mi squinted in disgust at the scene upon returning to her chair.

F*ck!

Sakura was completely freaking out now!

"F*ck, this Song Xia is genuinely brain-dead! Why is our chosen one always so damn abstract?"

"Where’s the talent? Where’s this sh*t’s talent? She’s about to pass out and still doesn’t fight back?!"

"Sigh..."

The person seated at the head sighed.

"Forget it, let’s use one of the reminder opportunities. I guess her brain’s already too jumbled to be clear."

There was no other option, although she’s a waste, one shouldn’t pass up a free hint.

[Ding~ Received an external reminder~]

[Song Xia! Wake the f*ck up your mother! Are you an idiot? Have your eyes only seen women? Where is your talent?! What the hell are you waiting for, use it! If it’s really not possible, didn’t we give you 5000 gold tickets? Damn, giving you money was such a waste!]

Uh, this reminder...

One could tell that it was tinged with personal emotions.

Song Xia: ٩(◦°᷄།▿།°᷅)۶

"Wuwuwu, my talent, my talent makes my sense of smell 500 times more sensitive, sniffing the enemy from miles away, are you sure you want me to use it now?"

Emm...

Crap!

This talent is indeed unfortunate, not entirely useless, but definitely not for this moment.

Fortunately, the external reminder also mentioned the gold tickets. Song Xia, in dire straits, didn’t hesitate and immediately pulled them out from his pocket.

"Little momma... little momma! Money... There’s money... spare my life!"

Huh?

Previously relaxed and reclining on the chair, ready to watch Song Xia get killed by Old Wang, Fei Mi snapped to attention.

She wasn’t rich.

Or to be exact, the whole family wasn’t rich.

The rules also stated it clearly.

[Rule Eight: Food shortage at home, if the food issue is resolved, their moods will improve significantly]

Food shortage is just another way of saying lack of money, right?

gold bills!

This couldn’t be simply described as "a sizable sum"; for their family, it was a fortune!

"Out of the way! Old Wang, you damn pervert, stop bullying my darling Song Xia!"

Fei Mi roughly kicked aside Old Wang, who was doing whatever he pleased to Song Xia, and then immediately switched to a gentle and virtuous expression.

"Oh dear, baby, that nasty Old Wang didn’t do anything to you, did he? My goodness, you look so pale. Here, mommy has some medicine, see if any of these are right for you to use now..."

While speaking, the gold bills in Assassin Song Xia’s hand had already been stuffed into Fei Mi’s cleavage.

Damn!

By this time, Spirit outside was hopping mad with impatience!

It’s true that the gold bills had been generously given to them for free by the kind big brother, considering they had a little bud at home, but it still hurt to lose them!

There were only two, and Song Xia had wasted one half just half a day into the game!

"Dammit! Thankfully we were cautious enough only to give him one. Otherwise, forget just two, not even twenty would suffice for his extravagance!"

That one gold bill – how many countries on Blue Star would want to buy it but couldn’t afford it?

If it hadn’t been a gift from big brother, Spirit probably would’ve only been willing to buy one or, at most, two.

Now that the little bud was ruined, big brother would certainly not look at them favorably anymore. Alas, what a sin...

...

"Where’s Old Wang?"

Seeing Jiang Xiao emerge unscathed from the bathroom, Fei Yu was obviously surprised.

"Oh, he needs a bit more time to recover before coming out, but don’t worry, I followed your advice and was gentle with him."

Hmm?

You were gentle?

Could it be that besides having a masochistic nature, Old Wang is also...?

Curious, Fei Yu pushed open the bathroom door and took a peek. That single glance dealt an unprecedentedly severe blow to her worldview.

Old Wang, sitting on the toilet with his head down and legs spread, couldn’t stop wiping away tears.

The injuries... were horrifying!

"Ssst! Disgusting!"

"Bang!"

Fei Yu slammed the door shut, feeling nauseous.

How could this happen?

The outcome was entirely different from what she had anticipated, leaving Fei Yu’s mind in disarray.

"Mommy, didn’t you say you would take me shopping? When do we leave?"

"Oh, right, um, you, yeah, how did you manage to... I mean, your technique on Old Wang, why was it so clean and efficient?"

Jiang Xiao blushed slightly, looking a bit embarrassed.

"Well, it’s nothing much, really. It’s pretty similar to slaughtering pigs."

"I’m very experienced with that. For boars, just remove the Dandan; for sows, take out the Zigong because they don’t taste good otherwise. Once they’re in heat, they stop putting on weight."

Fei Yu: ...

"The three key principles are to be quick, accurate, and ruthless."

"Quick means being swift with your moves, severing it before the other party can even react."

"Accurate demands that the cut is precise, exact, avoiding the need for a second cut."

"As for ruthless, that goes without saying. You must be decisive and never hesitate. I just went ’snap’, and the knife fell!"

When she heard "the knife fell," Fei Yu couldn’t help but shiver, as if she could empathize with Old Wang’s despair in that moment.

"Uh, right, Xiao, you must be tired after being so busy. Mommy just learned a new massage technique, want to try it out?"

Jiang Xiao: ...

Why is it that all the women in these weird tales always insist on giving him massages? Do they share some special fetish?

The three people upstairs hadn’t come down, so Fei Mi became restless and started clacking over in her high heels as well.

"Little Mi."

"Hm? Sister, what are you guys talking about? Where’s Old Wang? Eh? That’s not right, why is Jiang Xiao..."

Fei Yu cut off Fei Mi’s confusion: "Little Mi, go tidy up our room. Spray some classy perfume and do your hair up."

Then turning to Jiang Xiao, she said, "Xiao, you can go downstairs and play with your sisters for a while. Once Little Mi and I have the room ready, you can come over."

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