I silently recited the spell and returned to my previous appearance. Mo Junqing was indeed quick, and with just a light breeze, he awoke and reached for the sword nearby.
Then I discovered that Zhuyi’s sword had somehow ended up in my hand. Before I could speak, my neck was already gripped, and my whole body was thrown onto the bed, with a cracking sound of bones – my sword-holding hand… was dislocated.
I desperately slapped him with my good left hand, nearly strangled.
Hey, wasn’t I supposed to be the one choking him? How did our roles reverse!
“Help… me.”
The grip suddenly loosened, and Mo Junqing’s voice carried a hint of probe: “Miss?”
“Miss your grandpa!” I rasped in the darkness, “Mo Junqing, go die, go die!”
Every word came from the bottom of my heart! May thunder strike me down if I tell a single lie!
The room was too dark to see anyone’s expression, but after my outburst, they were probably stunned. A hand reached out, slightly nervous: “That… I didn’t know it was you. I thought you were… someone from the martial world. How did you get into my room?”
I slapped his hand away: “Stealing Zhuyi, of course!”
A bitter laugh came from the other side, and another voice drifted to my ear: “Divine Lord, stop scolding and just cry.”
What? Cry? Is this your plan! My face twitched, but at this point, what’s a few tears? Finding the right position, I collapsed into his arms and wailed: “Mo Junqing, how could you be so heartless. I chased you from the valley to the tea shed, from the tea shed to the inn, and was even sold to a brothel to pay off debts. I have not a single coin left, and you keep plotting against me. Is your heart made of stone? Do you even have a heart?”
When mentioning the inn, I actually began to feel genuinely sad, and tears started falling.
Right now, I must look terrible, but since it’s too dark to see clearly, let it be.
Damn it, I’m crying and you still won’t move? I really want to light the lamp and see your expression. Can’t you show me some sympathy and wipe my tears?
Mo Junqing remained silent, releasing me: “Let me treat your wound first.”
