Shadow Princess 41 Pervert!

Well, it was reasonable since she was also a victim of King Lin's greatest creation, *cough*, odor attack. Nuwa shivered of thinking what happened to her back then.

That was such a horrifying experience! For an entire week, Nuwa suffered from extreme stomach ache. Welp, the bomb's aftereffect was sort of unpredictable, she heard from some people that they also suffered from different types of diseases. 'What a terrifying thing!' she murmured.

Overall, Nuwa had no intention to undergo the same experience ever again.

As a result, before leaving the carriage, Nuwa tightly covered her nose and mouth with a thick cotton cloth. For a guaranteed precaution, she also covered her nostrils so that she wouldn't inhale the poisonous odor. Since her face was covered by the wedding veil, n.o.body doubted her intentions.

Who knew that her precautions could help her to remain conscious!

Nuwa looked at the bandits' crowd; most of their faces were also covered with clothes. However, there were also some exceptions. For example, the two bandits that guarded her up until now.

She curiously peeked at the wound face's back, who was standing beside her with a smile.

'Why he is not using anything? Is there any secret!' She wondered.

Nuwa recalled that compared to the scary face's constant threatening att.i.tudes; compared to him, wound face behaved nicely to her. Previously most of her questions were also replied by him, so, a sprout of hope growth in Nuwa's mind.

"When will they wake up, Mister?"

The would face diverted his attention on Nuwa's sudden soft, childish voice. His mood actually got better after observing Ruo Xie's unbelievable defeat including, the glimpse of his legendary boss's back. He was sure that they become rich today, they didn't need to suffer for a long time. As a result, he didn't mind answering Nuwa.

It never came across to his mind that right now this seemingly harmless, pitiful girl was actually a wolf in sheep's clothing who was going to turn his life into huge chaos that his own people would execrate him...

"A few days later." Wound face answered softly.

'Woah! He isn't rude!'

Nuwa laughed inwardly when loudly sat on the ground. The wound face almost jumped on fright on Nuwa's abrupt actions. Her fall was so dramatic as if, her soul left from her body. She looked defeated and pitiful, her body was slightly shaking as if she was silently crying. Tucking down a corner of the wound face's robes, stutteringly, Nuwa started to plead.

"P-Please don't kill them, Mister."

Seeing Nuwa's sorry state, the wound face became flabbergastered.

'What should I do? This rich miss is annoying as h.e.l.l!'

"Stop!" He roared.

Nuwa flinched for a second for his sudden outburst. 'Did he notice?'

Obviously, Nuwa was acting. She wanted to sit on the floor because it would be difficult if she attacked the wound face when he was cautiously guarding her. Nuwa was sure she would be knocked out by the moment he senses her unusual movements.

She wanted him to be off guarded around her. Yes, her sneak attack had already started and her first target was him. However, she wanted to finish him silently so, she worryingly looked at the wound face's troubled expression.

However, she breather a sigh of relief after listening to him.

"I forbid you to cry."

"Wu-wu-wu-wu..." Taking out a sharp needle, Nuwa made noises as if she was crying in agony.

"Don't cry."

"Wu-wu-wu-wu...."

The wound face helplessly said when touching his forehead. The more he forbade Nuwa to cry, the loud her voice would become. He felt a tinge of headache was coming. He hesitate, if he should knock off Nuwa by pressing her acupuncture points. Howebit, since their boss hadn't ordered anything she didn't want to make her unconscious. As a result, with a soothing voice, he started to coax Nuwa as if she was a five-year-old kid.

"Hush! We won't do anything to them."

He didn't want to use force on Nuwa, he kept it as his last option since she looked delicate and fragile. Looking at Nuwa's wedding dress, the wound face suddenly felt guilty thinking that they had indeed wronged Nuwa. Sigh! But what could they do! This was the only means of their survival.

As a result, he started persuading Nuwa.

Nuwa grinned evilly under her veil.

"Why everyone is covering their face?" Nuwa innocently asked after understanding that things were started going according to her plans.

The wound face brimmed in delight. He was very exhausted on coaxing Nuwa, so, he breathed a sigh of relief in believing that everything had finally settled, she might have finally diverted her attention and stopped crying. For him, these good for nothing rich young misses were a huge pain in the a.s.s. He never bore good impressions on rich girls' who only knew how to be spoiled.

"It's for preventing them from sleeping."

"The reason why there is no sleeping gas effect on you is that your veil." He added when looking at Nuwa.

"Ah! Then mister, why you haven't used any cloth?" Nuwa asked curiously.

"Heh... Heh... It won't have any effect on me since I'm already used to it." Wound face answered proudly.

Nuwa was shocked at his response. 'Just how long they have been using these precious sleeping gas!' She wondered.

The wound face's turned stiff. "No more questions." He said in a cold voice.

Nuwa understood he wouldn't answer anymore as she saw him standing up, so, she stopped pestering him with bombarding questions. Actually, all these times, Nuwa waa buying wound face's time to gradually grow the chances of success. And the time had finally arrived.

The wound face looked distracted as if he totally disregarded of Nuwa's presence. He absentmindedly kept staring at the crowd of his people. Nuwa slowly stood up without making him aware and tiptoed stood behind him. There was a sharp needle in her hand.

The would face suddenly felt a chilly; he could sense someony presence behind him so he instantly turned his head. But alas! How could Nuwa miss such a golden opportunity that she was painstakingly working on!

After all, she was prepared for it.

The sharp needle pierced through wound face's neck and pressed his vital acupuncture points, instantly made his body paralyzed. With a horror striking expression, he looked at Nuwa, his eyes were large as if he'd seen a ghost.

He was so wrong on judging the demoness!

He was about to fall on the ground but Nuwa instantly caught a hold on him and dragged his body to the jungle.

"Sorry for being rude but this lady shall never go this far if you hadn't harm my people first."

Nuwa said with a cold voice as she started tearing off the wound face robe. The group was too far from her. She needed to handle him silently.

The poor paralyzed man pitifully looked at Nuwa. He cursed Nuwa inwardly. He finally realized, behind the fake pet.i.te facade, Nuwa was totally a G.o.ddess of evil schemes. All these times, she was playing a tricks with him!

Loathingly, he looked at her. He his face turned red like a tomato was extremely fury. However, the next moment, it replaced with shyness. What was she up to now? Was she going to eat him up?

Nuwa noticed his peculiar gaze. She furrowed her brows. "You dirty old man! Stop thinking indecent things. I've no interest in an ugly man like you."

With the piece of wound face's robe, Nuwa tied up his limbs at first then his mouth. Maybe she felt a bit of pity as she also covered his mouth.

She was hesitating to decide if should disguise herself or not. The bridal gown was just too heavy and eye-catching. It was really difficult to walk. With that flashy bright red dress, it was impossible to escape under so many watchful eyes. She could be easily discovered by others.

As a result, Nuwa thought if she should exchange her outfit with the bandit or not.

Pondering, Nuwa's gaze fell on the pitiful man's remaining clothes; who was shivering under her feet.

The would face didn't know actually how lucky he was than the rest of people. He saw Nuwa inserting a piece of cloth into his nose.

'Yuck! This perverted girl! What kind of fetish was that!'

Noticing the murderous glare adding with the fact of unhidden disbelieve and disgust in the wound face's eyes, Nuwa cold said,

"You are not my type."

"...And... I'm not a pervert!"

[Note: Unedited chapter.]