Chapter 131
The sound of dripping water, the sound of whip cracking, and the cry of a white deer.
Unconsciously watching for a few minutes, the butterflies in Ji Ma’s abdomen were frantically flapping their wings, the tip of her tail behind her quietly pointing at Saint Jeanne.
Saint Jeanne tugged at Ji Ma and whispered, “Let’s go.”
“Go?”
“Yes.” Saint Jeanne said, “Tomorrow we will settle the score.”
This child is too kind. Ji Ma was displeased; she had coaxed and deceived Jeanne into coming here, wasn’t it to take revenge on Eve Frostleaf and make her socially die in this small team?
How could she let her off so easily?
Ji Ma blurted out, “How could that be?”
Saint Jeanne turned her head and said, “It’s just a bit strange, … interrupting at this time is quite inappropriate.”
Ji Ma retorted, “So we are just going to return and keep watch?”
Saint Jeanne nodded, “Yes. It’s not their fault; the battle before was quite intense, and once they relax—”
“Then won’t it be hard for us?”
Saint Jeanne said, “We will return and keep watch.”
“Alright.” Ji Ma’s voice was strange, “After this city, there won’t be time for this stuff.”
Saint Jeanne’s face turned red as she nodded vigorously.
“That’s great.” Ji Ma clapped her hands, causing the white door to close, turned around, and left with large strides, saying, “She dragged me into this for her own happiness!”
Having said that, Ji Ma disappeared around the corner.
She was very disappointed with this team. Saint Jeanne was too kind; clearly, she had stirred up her desires, and under her influence, Jeanne had become more open, but instead of giving Frostleaf a “surprise” with her, she advised her to leave.
Ji Ma couldn’t believe it.
She kept thinking about that panting white deer, white and wet. It was supposed to be her prey, but…
Ji Ma was lost in thought, angrily punching the air as she leaned against the wall, checking the time.
Ten minutes had passed.
By now, Saint Jeanne must have left, and Eve Frostleaf, with her sharp ears, definitely had no idea that she would be coming back.
No matter what, today she was going to give Frostleaf a good show.
Ji Ma opened the “Tranquil Hidden Barrier” and quietly returned, feeling increasingly regretful that it would have been great if Jeanne were also there.
As she turned a corner, she bumped into something soft and springy.
“Who?” Ji Ma was startled and quickly jumped back a step, only to see it was Saint Jeanne.
Seeing Ji Ma, her face instantly flushed red, and she looked away, saying, “I… I think we can have a good talk while they’re resting.”
“I think so too.” Ji Ma eagerly grabbed Jeanne’s arm and said, “We are truly good sisters, so in sync with each other!”
Saint Jeanne lowered her head and nodded.
Ji Ma’s mind was racing, thinking about how to integrate that anger, so she unabashedly took off her gloves, revealing her reddened hands:
“I’m so hot, Jeanne, do you want to cool down?”
Saint Jeanne said, “Um, Ji Ma… be gentle.”
The two sisters, with fierce momentum, approached the door again. Although Saint Jeanne was holding a nail hammer, she still said, “Let’s knock.”
“Alright.” Ji Ma said, raising her leg clad in black stockings and forcefully kicking open the white door, shouting, “Don’t move! We’re here to investigate animal abuse!”
Two pairs of eyes unexpectedly turned to Ji Ma.
At this point, Jeanne had to stiffen her flushed face and say, “You are going too far; how could you—”
Ji Ma, fearing she would ruin the atmosphere of the room, quickly interjected, “You didn’t tell us, especially you! I didn’t expect you to be this kind of person.”
With that, she looked at the white deer on the ground with contempt and disgust. Next to her, Jeanne also glanced at the white deer.
Under the “justice” gaze of the two, the white deer almost buried its face in the ground.
“Let her go!” Ji Ma tried to snatch the whip, “Let me do it.”
With Ji Ma’s efforts, a seemingly righteous room inspection turned into a big “brawl,” both sides fighting vigorously, with the chaos comparable to that of the Green-skinned Orcs’ great mess.
Jeanne faced off against George, using her best grapple techniques, switching from standing techniques to ground techniques.
In the melee, the negative emotions brought by lingering injuries from their recent battle at the ratmen’s stronghold were released without any reservation.
Taking advantage of this chaos, Ji Ma charged toward the white deer.
The white deer, with its limbs bound, was trying to escape. Ji Ma pounced on it, mercilessly pulling the rope, taking hold of the noble white deer’s neck.
In Ji Ma’s heart, the white deer had once been a stately creature, meant to be admired from afar, like standing at the foot of a mountain looking up at the snow-capped peaks.
But now, the white deer was covered in whip marks, half of its limbs bound, soaked in water, and drenched in sweat, looking like a dusty pearl.
This disheveled appearance ignited Ji Ma’s brutality; the white deer gasped for breath and struggled fiercely, completely resisting Ji Ma, a wild deer before her. She even used her strength to throw Ji Ma off her back, pinning her to the ground.
Ji Ma cursed, “Beast!”
As she cursed, one hand gripped the rope, pulling the white deer’s neck while her lips brushed against the deer’s pointed ears, warning:
“You wild deer! If you keep struggling, I’ll throw you straight into the lava.”
The white deer’s throat moved, and as Ji Ma loosened her grip slightly, the collar was no longer tight, and the white deer spoke, “Really—”
Ji Ma tightened the collar, the noble white deer laboring to get out a final word: “of?”
“You have no room to haggle with me, wild deer! Animal!” Ji Ma began to insult, “Today, let’s see if you can satisfy me.”
Before the white deer could respond, Ji Ma suddenly broke free, seized the whip, and struck the white deer on the rear and back legs with no mercy, venting her frustrations as if she were working on a reindeer.
The soft, embroidered silk ripped apart.
Although the white deer continued to struggle, her determination to fight back weakened considerably, and she gradually succumbed to Ji Ma’s brutal reindeer training methods.
When the white deer was thirsty, Ji Ma dragged her, not allowing her to drink the holy water she loved most, instead bringing her to a small stream, pointing to the dew-covered fragrant grass and the small stream under the grass, commanding, “Drink it!”
The white deer turned her head away.
Ji Ma cracked the whip, using her hands to force the deer’s head down.
Tears of heat filled the white deer’s eyes as she lowered her head to lick the dew on the fragrant grass and from the stream.
But it wasn’t over; on the white deer’s supple silver fur, whip marks dotting her body faded, Ji Ma picked up a black pen and drew a line and a vertical line on it, commanding the white deer to stretch her hind legs straight.
To please Ji Ma and prevent her precious treasure from being destroyed.
The white deer endured in silence, while Ji Ma clearly did not have good intentions or plan to spare her, repeatedly crossing boundaries until her animal abuse was met with public outrage.
Everyone stopped her.
At this point, the white deer was already exhausted, lying on the ground with weak legs, unable to run gracefully through the forest anymore.
Only then did Ji Ma’s anger subside.
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The next morning.
In front of a half-person-high dressing mirror, Ji Ma quickly dressed up. She pulled up her top, revealing her defined waist, placing her hand on her warm abdomen, and muttering to herself, “This is your last chance, kid.”
In the glass sphere that could predict the future, all she saw was endless battles. In the long future ahead, there would no longer be opportunities to act so recklessly like last night.
With this in mind, Ji Ma raised her right foot and slipped on a circle of white silk onto her calf, pulling it up to cover a red mark on her leg, putting on black and white stockings before donning her shorts.
As Ji Ma bent down to stand up, her back ached, and she quickly grasped her waist:
“It really hurts.”
Last night hadn’t even been as passive; the movement had been too intense.
She stood up, drank the reddish sweet healing potion, and took a deep breath; the pain in her body eased considerably.
Ji Ma took out a music box from her drawer, placed it in her interdimensional space bag, and returned to the real world.
After a wave of dizziness akin to waking from a dream.
Ji Ma opened her eyes to find herself back in the hotel lobby, with only four people present, including herself.
Perhaps due to the aftereffects of last night, the atmosphere was not as serious as before.
George’s gaze was somewhat ambiguous, Saint Jeanne seemed lost in thought, and Eve Frostleaf was the most serious of all those present.
She held a silver-plated teacup elegantly, sipping her black tea slowly, fully armored in silver armor. Her silver hair was orderly, not a strand out of place. Her skin was as pale as snow, with not a single scar, exuding an air of “keep away.”
It was worth mentioning that even George wasn’t wearing armor—naturally, because his armor was being repaired.
Seeing Eve Frostleaf’s cold demeanor reminded Ji Ma of the white deer she had tormented yesterday, which felt even more thrilling. She approached Eve Frostleaf, who looked at her sideways, her eyes showing disdain.
Ji Ma leaned in toward her pointed ear and whispered, “Do you want it? Follow me.”
Saying this, Ji Ma walked toward the corner of the lobby—the very spot where Eve Frostleaf had conversed with Ji Ma the day before. In hindsight, Ji Ma felt this place had been carefully chosen by Eve Frostleaf, with the scene in the corner suggesting something unspeakable was about to happen.
Ji Ma caught in her peripheral vision that Eve Frostleaf set down her teacup, gritted her teeth, and reluctantly stood up.
“Ji Ma.” Saint Jeanne called after Ji Ma, her gaze pleading, “Don’t do that.”
“Ah?” Ji Ma smiled, “I just have something private to discuss with Frostleaf.”
After saying that, Ji Ma grasped Eve Frostleaf’s arm from half a meter away, forcibly pulling her over, continuing, “You don’t need to worry, Jeanne, I will treat Frostleaf well.”
Just as George was about to speak, a knock sounded on the door, a coarse voice of a dwarf coming from behind it: “Guest! Your armor is repaired; hurry and fetch it.”
George immediately stood up.
Ji Ma reached the corner of the lobby, opened the Tranquil Hidden Barrier. The tall Eve Frostleaf stood in front of Ji Ma, her arms crossed, looking down at her, and asked, “Treasure?”
“Of course, I can give it to you; I didn’t lie to you—the commotion from last night was not in vain,” Ji Ma said. “But did you bring the proof?”
Eve Frostleaf’s originally pale long ears instantly turned rosy as she spat from between her teeth, “I brought it.”
“Let me see.”
Eve Frostleaf did not move.
“If you don’t let me see, then you didn’t bring it,” Ji Ma threatened, “If you didn’t bring it, then I can only assume you’re breaching the contract, and it can only be ruined. Oh dear, just when I needed a valuable target to practice on.”
Eve Frostleaf glared at her, but the more she glared, the happier Ji Ma smiled. Left with no choice, Eve Frostleaf reluctantly lifted her thigh, bent down, and moved her scaled skirt aside, revealing her entire thigh, Ji Ma’s gaze peering through the silver mesh, faintly seeing some black markings inked on her leg.
All of them were Ji Ma’s handiwork.
As Ji Ma’s gaze fell upon her remarkably messy writing, Eve Frostleaf’s face grew redder.
With a cool voice that carried a plea, Eve Frostleaf asked, “Is it enough now?”
Originally, Ji Ma wanted to propose even more excessive demands, but considering that if it went on like this, it would be difficult for Frostleaf to remain composed, not to mention George; Frostleaf was on her level, both being platinum.
“Alright.” Ji Ma pulled out the exquisite music box from her interdimensional space bag and said, “It’s almost identical to what you drew.”
Eve Frostleaf almost snatched the music box away.
Suddenly, Ji Ma hugged her, brushing against her icy cheek, and said, “Alright, let’s say goodbye to last night in this manner.”
Eve Frostleaf’s glare grew cold enough to kill.
With a smile, Ji Ma turned and walked away in front of the frigid Eve Frostleaf, feeling that she had gained something after all.
As for the future relationship? Ha ha, she and they most likely have no future, so why think too much about it?
Ji Ma did not notice that behind her, a trace of a “everything is under control” smile appeared on Eve Frostleaf’s icy face.
