Chapter 5033 — All Wasted Again
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"You dare lay a hand on me! Do you know who I am? I'm Mountain Chicken of South Xima Street—brothers in the underworld all call me Lord Chicken with proper respect. You don't want to live, girl?" White Impermanence staggered to his feet, working himself up to be vicious. But she slapped him again, and bang—down he went once more.
This time White Impermanence was thoroughly stunned and could not get up for quite a while, while Black Impermanence beside him was frightened out of his wits. Seeing the white-clad woman turn her gaze on him, he hastily covered his face and begged: "Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"
"He's Mountain Chicken. And what are you?" the white-clad woman asked suddenly.
"I... I'm Foreskin..." Black Impermanence said, face still covered.
"Foreskin?" The white-clad woman was taken aback.
"It's, uh... the skin down there is a bit long..." Black Impermanence explained gingerly.
The white-clad woman thought for a moment before she understood, and her pretty face flushed red at once. She kicked both Black and White Impermanence down the stairs: "Shameless, filthy beasts!"
The two of them tumbled down in a tangled heap and vanished from sight. The white-clad woman turned to look at Wei Zhao's door and shook her head: "I suppose you count as a decent man, so I'll help you this once—consider it repaying your kindness these past days. Ugh, what a nuisance. So this is how men in the mortal world court women. How strange."
The white-clad woman was none other than the little ice queen who lived across the hall. With that she turned to go back to her own room—but just then, Wei Zhao's door suddenly opened.
"Thank you," Wei Zhao said, looking at her with a smile. He had assumed this little ice queen was cold by nature and devoid of human feeling, and only now did he discover she had a heart after all. True, even without her help he could have scared off those two petty thugs playing ghosts—and probably given them a far worse fright than this—but since the little ice queen had stepped in first, it was a favor done him, great or small.
"Ah!!!" The tall woman was instead startled half to death by him. Wei Zhao, appearing without a sound, was scarier than she had been moments ago. Still shaken, she said: "Why did you come out?"
"With all that racket, I couldn't very well sleep through it, could I?" Wei Zhao smiled.
"I suppose not." The tall woman nodded, then suddenly asked with a touch of nervousness: "You didn't hear what I said just now, did you?"
"I didn't hear you say anything about how strange it was," Wei Zhao said with a faint, knowing smile.
"Good, then. I'm going back." The tall woman breathed a sigh of relief, but after two steps she realized something was off. She turned and looked at Wei Zhao, her expression unreadable: "So you heard everything?"
"I did. You think it's strange, but I think what you said is stranger still. Could it be you're not from the mortal world?" Wei Zhao seized the chance to probe.
The tall woman was silent for a moment, then said gravely: "These are not things you should ask, nor things you can ask. I advise you to forget what I said—otherwise, beware of bringing a fatal disaster upon yourself!"
"Is it really that serious?" Wei Zhao was just about to take the opportunity to open the subject up, but alas, the little ice queen shut her door the moment she finished speaking, giving him no chance at all to dig to the bottom of it.
A perfectly good opportunity, wasted again! Wei Zhao shook his head helplessly, yet he did not feel disheartened—mainly because he had been given the cold shoulder so many times these past days that he was mentally prepared for such treatment. With little hope to begin with, naturally there was little disappointment. (To be continued.)
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