Another Two-Hundred-and-Fifty-Pound Woman I
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Feng Rushuang glanced at Qing Zhu before she turned and looked at Nan Xian. "What about some snake soup?"
Nan Xian left Feng Ruqing's side. He took off his clothes to wrap it around the girl's half-naked body. He got up slowly and walked toward Qing Zhu expressionlessly.
"Master, it's not intentional. I saw nothing. It's true. You have got to believe me. Argh!"
Nan Xian did not care about Qing Zhu's trembling body. He grabbed hold of its neck like he was holding a dead snake in his hand. He walked out into the dark night calmly.
"No! I don't want to be made into snake soup! Princess, save me!"
Unfortunately, Qing Zhu was met with only dead silence then. There was only the cold night breeze and its pathetic state.
Feng Ruqing stared in the direction where they had left. She lowered her eyes slightly. There was a soft smile on her face. But, her expression was cold.
"The Mu family…"