“You little bitch, you did that on purpose, didn’t you?!”
“You shameless little whore, is that how you help someone? Hurry up and pull me up!”
Only then did Liu Huifang realize the room door had already been closed by Li Miaomiao.
She was sitting on the ground, grimacing as she rubbed her painfully bruised nose and knees, cursing nonstop at Li Miaomiao.
Li Miaomiao looked down at her arrogant, bossy expression and suddenly smiled.
“Who are you calling an old whore?”
“You! You jinxed little bastard!”
“You slammed the door so hard and made me fall!”
Liu Huifang shouted back without thinking—still not realizing she had also insulted herself.
Li Miaomiao: “…Damn, I tricked her but I’m not even happy about it.”
She decided to stop wasting words and go straight to action.
“Slap, slap, slap—”
Li Miaomiao bent down and gave Liu Huifang more than ten hard slaps.
Afterward, she felt like her hands were coated with grease. How long had this woman gone without washing her face?
“Ow! It hurts! You bitch! What are you doing?! Do you want to die?!” Liu Huifang screamed.
Li Miaomiao ignored her and mercilessly lashed her with a whip.
“Ah!!”
Caught off guard, Liu Huifang took a full hit. Pain exploded across her face, and she screamed while covering it.
Her eyes filled with hatred.
“You hit my face?! I’ll kill you!”
She depended on her face to hook up with Xiao Lao’er (at least in her own imagination). If it was ruined, she was finished.
Furious, she lunged at Li Miaomiao like a wild beast.
“Hmph. Kill me? You’re really lighting a lantern in the toilet—courting death,” Li Miaomiao sneered.
She didn’t even move.
A normal person daring to challenge an ability user? Like a sparrow trying to fight a rooster—completely overestimating herself.
With a few more swift whip strikes, she specifically aimed at Liu Huifang’s mouth.
“This mouth is filthy. I can’t stand it,” Li Miaomiao said coldly.
Looking at the teeth Liu Huifang had lost, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
She liked seeing people hate her but being powerless to do anything about it.
Casually, she sat down on the wooden bed, crossed her legs, and played with the whip.
Her cold, beautiful eyes glanced at the woman crying on the ground.
Then she thought of a new idea.
She had just arrived and had no subordinates—so this woman would become her slave for now. She would use her first, then kill her later.
“Clean yourself up and get out to make breakfast. I’m hungry.”
“No cutting corners. One hour. If I find out you tampered with the food—hmph.”
She slapped her again, left and right.
Even though her hands got a bit dirty, she felt that hitting people’s faces was truly satisfying.
Liu Huifang covered her swollen face and glared at her fiercely, sitting on the ground and screaming:
“Why should I cook?! We take turns! Today it’s your turn!”
“I’m not going! If you can, kill me! Come on, kill me!”
“Because I feel like it,” Li Miaomiao said lazily.
“Because I can crush you like an ant.”
“Still not convinced? Still want to die?”
She looked at her coldly.
It seemed she hadn’t hit her hard enough.
Li Miaomiao slowly walked closer, smiling faintly and dangerously.
“What… what are you doing?” Liu Huifang swallowed nervously, retreating while covering her face.
Suddenly, Li Miaomiao grabbed her neck with one hand and effortlessly lifted her nearly 200-jin (100kg+) body into the air.
Liu Huifang tried to grab her hand, but Li Miaomiao quickly dislocated both of her arms.
“Ahhh!!”
She screamed in pain, but could only make faint sounds because her throat was being squeezed.
“If you want to die so badly, I’ll fulfill your wish.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll be meeting King Yama soon.”
Liu Huifang’s face gradually turned purple.
“N-no… don’t die…” she barely forced out.
“Will you behave in the future?”
“Y-yes… yes…” she choked out.
Only then did Li Miaomiao let go.
Thud.
She dropped heavily to the ground, gasping for air like a fish out of water, trembling in fear.
For the first time, she truly felt the terror of being on the brink of death.
“I… I’ll cook… I’ll cook!” she stammered.
“Convinced now? Still going to talk back?”
“I’m convinced! I’m really convinced! I don’t want to die! I’ll listen to everything you say!”
Tears kept falling as she cried in fear.
“I don’t care whether you’re truly convinced or just pretending,” Li Miaomiao said coldly.
“If you’re sincere, good. If you’re pretending—don’t let me find out.”
“Because when I’m unhappy, someone else will become even more unhappy.”
“Now get lost and cook.”
“And return every cent you stole from me.”
She casually reattached the woman’s dislocated arms and sat back on the bed.
Though she didn’t care about the money—after all, in the apocalypse she had collected mountains of gold and jewels—it didn’t mean others could take what belonged to her.
Especially since this woman had helped kill the original owner of this body.
She wouldn’t allow the murderer to enjoy the victim’s belongings.
“Y-yes… I’ll go right now!” Liu Huifang scrambled toward the kitchen.
Suddenly, Li Miaomiao twitched her right ear and stood up.
She heard two men talking outside—one of the voices sounded familiar.