amaotonovel Chapter 190 Nameless; "If she didn't have that fierce look, she'd actually be quite c
Chapter 190 Nameless; "If she didn't have that fierce look, she'd actually be quite c
Wuming's steps quickened, like a gust of wind, and in the blink of an eye, he had created a considerable distance between himself and Xiaodie.
Xiaodie struggled to catch up, carrying the remaining packages in her hands, panting heavily.
As she hurried along, she couldn't help but mutter under her breath, her brows furrowed and her eyes full of resentment. She huffed and puffed, "That damn Nameless One, he's walking like the wind, in such a hurry to be reincarnated! Humph, he didn't even wait for me, he has no manners at all, he's driving me crazy!" With that, she quickened her pace, trying to close the distance between herself and Nameless One.
As Xiaodie was muttering to herself and hurriedly chasing after Wuming, a disheveled beggar suddenly darted out from a street corner. The beggar's hair was a mess like a bird's nest, his face was filthy, his clothes were tattered, and he emitted an unpleasant odor.
He moved closer to Xiaodie, looked at her pitifully, and pleaded in a weak voice, "I'm so hungry! Can you give me something to eat?"
Xiaodie was genuinely startled, taking a step back abruptly, her eyes widening, her heart pounding. But she quickly recovered, and looking at the beggar's wretched appearance, she frowned, a look of pity involuntarily appearing in her eyes, and sighed softly, "How pitiful."
As she spoke, she subconsciously reached into her pocket, rummaged around for a bit, and pulled out a few copper coins, which was quite a sum for buying a simple meal. She handed the coins to the beggar and said gently, "Here, go buy something."
Seeing this, the little beggar quickly took the coin, his face full of gratitude, and said, "Thank you, young lady." But just as he lowered his head, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a subtle, wicked smile, and a hint of ill intent flashed in his eyes.
Xiaodie didn't notice anything amiss and turned to leave. She had only taken a few steps when the beggar suddenly rushed forward, blocking her path. He had a malicious smile on his face, which looked particularly sinister on his dirty face. He said in a sarcastic tone, "Girl, don't be in such a hurry to leave!"
Xiaodie's heart skipped a beat, a bad premonition washing over her. She instinctively took a few steps back, looking at the beggar warily, her voice trembling slightly as she asked, "What...what do you want?"
The beggar chuckled, rubbed his hands together, his eyes filled with greed and lewdness, and shamelessly said, "This little bit of money isn't enough! How about... you keep me entertained, and if you make me happy, maybe I'll let you off the hook." With that, he suddenly reached out, grabbed Xiaodie's arm, and dragged her forcefully towards a dark corner of the street.
Xiaodie turned pale with fright, her eyes wide with terror, struggling desperately and shouting, "Let me go! Help! Help!"
But the beggar was incredibly strong, and she couldn't break free at all. Tears welled up in Xiaodie's eyes instantly and streamed down her cheeks. Her cries were urgent and loud, filled with endless fear and panic. She seemed to have fallen into an abyss of despair, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
Xiaodie was dragged towards a corner by the beggar. Terrified, she frantically shouted at the nameless man who had already walked away, "Help! Wuming..."
Before she could finish speaking, the beggar viciously reached out a hand and covered her mouth tightly, silencing her abruptly.
Xiaodie stared wide-eyed, struggling desperately. She tried to pry the beggar's hands off with both hands and kicked with both feet, but the beggar was very strong and gave her no chance to break free.
Immediately afterward, the beggar struck Xiaodie hard on the back of the neck with his other hand. Xiaodie felt a sudden darkness engulf her, and her body went limp, completely powerless to resist. Seeing this, the beggar's lips curled into a triumphant smile. He dragged the unconscious Xiaodie and quickly slipped into a dark corner of the street, his figure soon disappearing into the darkness.
Just then, Wuming, who was walking ahead, seemed to hear a noise. He paused, vaguely sensing that the sound resembled Xiaodie's call, and a strange unease welled up inside him. He quickly turned around and looked in the direction behind him, but the street was empty; there wasn't a soul in sight. Wuming's eyes were filled with doubt. He stood there, his brows furrowing deeper, his gaze searching his surroundings as he fell into deep thought, trying to find some clue.
The beggar casually tossed the unconscious Xiaodie onto the ground in a corner, then squatted down, staring intently at her.
Xiaodie lay on the ground, her delicate body lying there. Her clothes were a little disheveled, which only added to her fragility. Her slender waist seemed so small that it could be encircled by one hand. Her fair neck was exposed, as delicate as mutton fat jade. Her face was rosy. Even in her unconscious state, she exuded a unique and touching charm.
As the beggar looked on, his gaze grew increasingly lewd. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of uneven, yellow teeth, and drool almost dripped from his mouth. His eyes were filled with naked desire, and his facial expression became extremely distorted, exuding a nauseatingly lewd aura.
He rubbed his hands together and muttered to himself, "Hehe~ What a beautiful woman! I've really hit the jackpot today. Let me enjoy myself."
As he spoke, he stood up impatiently and began to take off his dirty, tattered clothes, humming a tuneless little tune. His impatient appearance revealed his ugly thoughts.
Just as he took off his upper clothes, revealing his thin, filthy body, Wuming arrived. Wuming had an angry expression on his face, and he had found a thick wooden stick somewhere. He raised the stick high and swung it down hard on the beggar's back with astonishing force.
With a muffled thud, the wooden stick struck the beggar squarely. Caught off guard, the beggar staggered forward and fell to the ground, screaming in pain. His pitiful cries echoed in the corner as he rolled on the ground, repeatedly crying out, "Ouch, it hurts so much! It hurts so much!" He was in agony and looked utterly pathetic.
The beggar was struck by the nameless man's sudden blow and saw stars. He lay on the ground for a while before he recovered.
He struggled to lift his head, glaring fiercely at Wuming with eyes full of resentment, but his body was still trembling uncontrollably. He stammered, "You, you dare to hit me?" As he said this, he tried to maintain his composure and intimidate Wuming, but his trembling voice revealed the fear in his heart.
Wuming frowned, his face cold and stern, his eyes filled with disgust and anger. He gripped the thick wooden stick tightly in his hand and shook it forcefully in front of the beggar a few times. The stick made a whooshing sound as it flew through the air. He shouted sharply, "Get out of here if you don't want to die!"
Upon seeing this, the beggar turned deathly pale and shrank back abruptly, his resentment instantly replaced by fear. He knew he had met his match today, and staying any longer would likely cost him his life. Without a second thought, he scrambled to his feet, frantically picked up his clothes from the ground, and, while putting them on, ran away in a panic.
Wuming quickly bent down and approached Xiaodie, his eyes full of concern. He carefully checked Xiaodie's condition and saw that her eyes were closed and her once lively face was now bloodless. She was sleeping quietly, looking pitiful.
Wuming's heart clenched, his brows furrowed, and his voice filled with anxiety as he softly called out, "Xiaodie~ Xiaodie~" As he called, he reached out and gently pushed Xiaodie's shoulder, trying to wake her up, but Xiaodie remained unresponsive, lying quietly on the ground like a fragile porcelain doll.
Wuming grew increasingly anxious, his gaze lingering on Xiaodie's face. At this moment, Xiaodie had lost her usual fierce demeanor; her eyes and brows were full of charm, her slightly pouting lips were tinged with a faint pink, and her fair cheeks were still flushed from the struggle, making her appear exceptionally cute and charming.
As Wuming watched, a subtle ripple stirred within him, a unique emotion he had never felt before quietly spreading through his heart. He thought to himself, "If she weren't always so fierce, she'd be quite adorable." As he thought this, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up slightly, a subtle change he himself didn't even notice.
A moment later, Wuming came to his senses and quickly and carefully straightened Xiaodie's body. Then he bent down, supported Xiaodie's back with one hand, and put the other hand under her knees. With a gentle effort, he steadily lifted Xiaodie into his arms.
He carried Xiaodie in his arms, his steps quick and steady as he hurried toward the Prince's Mansion. His eyes remained fixed on Xiaodie, filled with worry, and he would occasionally whisper her name, hoping she would wake up soon.