The First Genocide's Grudge

  "Mei'er, does this count as a date?" Anan's question was somewhat strange.

  "You're sick!" Mei'er gave him a white eye and didn't pay attention to him.

  "You say, Shang Li Tian is about to become his woman tomorrow, but on the eve of her wedding, she's still dating another man. What do you think he'll think?" Ah Nan chased after her, his large hand unapologetically resting on Mei Er's shoulder.

  As soon as the merchant was mentioned, Mei'er suddenly became angry, stopped in her tracks, slapped away his big hand on her shoulder, turned around and glared at him fiercely: "Your mouth is so foul, it shouldn't be born on your face!"

  "Isn't a person's mouth born on their face?" An was amused by her words, and his big hands didn't show any intention of leaving her shoulders.

  Mei'er let out a cold snort: "Your mouth should be swapped with the one below!" Her mouth had always been venomous.

  An suddenly woke up, not angry but laughed loudly and said: "Mei'er, you are really humorous. I found that even when you're angry, you're still so beautiful and charming!" His big hand landed on her again.

  "But how come I feel like you're getting more and more disgusting?" Mei'er brushed off the big hand on her shoulder, lightly jumped over a small ridge in front of her.

  Although she didn't have qinggong (lightness skill), her figure was in no way inferior to those with qinggong.

  "Good skill!" An praised and also quickened her pace, following after him.

  Just as the two of them reached the bottom of the slope, a strange noise suddenly came from one side. Mei'er's mind moved and she signaled to Ah Nan beside her not to make a sound, and the two of them quietly approached the place where the noise was coming from!

  Parting the grass and looking ahead, this glance is not a big deal, but it makes the modern-day girl feel a flush on her face, subconsciously turning away, silently cursing: damn! What bad luck!

  It turned out that in the grass not far ahead, a pair of wild mandarin ducks were humming and chirping as they fought in the wilderness. The dirty words and cries were endless to the ear, making people feel very disgusted!

  "Oh, so someone's 'practicing'! It seems we really shouldn't have come to disturb them!" Under the moonlight, Anan leaned in close to Mei'er, and his gaze towards her also became very strange.

  "Take back your dirty gaze! Otherwise, I don't mind plucking them out for you!" Mei'er glared at him fiercely. If he continued to stare at her so brazenly, she would really lose her temper and might even dig out his eyes. She stood up, about to leave, but unexpectedly, was pulled back by Ah Nan.

  "What's going on?" Mei'er was about to get angry.

  But then An heard An saying: "Don't rush to leave, let's see what they have to say!"

  "You're sick! Look at this will grow needle eyes! Want to see you yourself, I have no interest!" Mei'er retracted her own arm, scolding him as a pervert.

  "Maybe you can learn from them! Or maybe, we can be like them too..." An's hand was already wrapped around her slender waist, with no intention of letting her go, his eyes filled with desire.

  "If you want to become a eunuch, then you can continue!" Mei'er's words had lost all warmth.

  An only felt a cold object suddenly pressed against his lower body, and when he looked down, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. It turned out that Mei's hand had somehow acquired a dagger, which was now pressed against his "brother". If he moved even slightly, it would probably become true what she said - he would become a eunuch!

  Mei Er's voice suddenly turned cold and she said in a low tone: "Withdraw your hand, otherwise, I will cripple you right now!"