Chapter 6

But now, this overwhelming hatred can only be buried deep in the heart.

Because he simply can’t do it.

He is very weak, unable even to defeat Erniu in the village.

The little weirdo lay on the ground, despairingly looking at the world.

He didn’t seek help because he had tried countless times before, knowing that no one would lend a hand.

Just like now, the onlookers, the common people, all look at him with shocked and disgusted eyes.

They would be amazed at why he looks like this, disgusted by his dirt and stench, and then “appreciate” him as if he were some strange curiosity.

No one reaches out a hand; no one sympathizes with him.

It’s as if an ugly freak like him deserves to be bullied.

A hoarse sound comes from the little weirdo’s throat, and his fingers dig into the ground tightly.

Everyone is afraid of his face, thinking he’s a freak who shouldn’t live in this world.

But are these people really considered human?

They wear a face more attractive than their own but do things as wicked as demons.

Disgusting.

Utterly disgusting!

Watching the servant wielding a dagger get closer, the little weirdo suddenly rises, seizes the opportunity, takes the dagger from the person’s hand, and then stabs the person’s eyes with one swift motion.

“Ah—” the person screams in agony.

While everyone’s attention is diverted, the little weirdo pushes through the crowd and runs desperately.

He injured someone, and that person has connections with the city lord; he dares not go to the city lord’s mansion, afraid of falling into a trap.

disgusting to the extreme!

As the servant with the dagger approached, the little weirdo suddenly made a violent move, seizing the opportunity to take the dagger from the person’s hand and then stabbing the person’s eyes with one swift motion.

“Ah—” the person screamed in agony.

Taking advantage of the distraction of the crowd, the little weirdo pushed through the people and ran desperately.

He had injured someone, and that person had connections with the city lord. He dared not go to the city’s lord’s mansion, fearing it would be a trap.

The little weirdo hid in the beggars’ den.

Dragging his injured body to an empty corner, he curled up into a ball.

He was bleeding and in pain, but he seemed not to feel the pain at all. His face, covered with lumps, showed no expression, only a pair of eyes that were dull and gloomy.

Some people wear gold and silver, while others can’t even stay alive.

Heaven is so unfair!

“This is my territory; get lost!” a beggar kicked him.

The little weirdo covered his wound, got up, and ran away, continuing to find another beggar’s spot.

He should have left Snow City, but he didn’t.

The city was better than outside; at least he didn’t have to compete with pigs in the pigsty for food or fight with hunting dogs for fresh dung.

As long as he hid his face, someone would throw him a steamed bun, seeing him dressed so lightly.

The little weirdo took out a wooden plaque from his pocket, looked at it, and a faint ripple appeared in his eyes, but it quickly turned into stagnant water.

The City Lord’s Mansion

Xu Xiaotang was lying on the ground, sticking up her round little buttocks, earnestly flipping through the precious treasure left by her dad—”Three Thousand Worlds Notes,” going through the main storyline again.

“Yuan Yuan~”

Nan Yuan yawned lazily, lifting her eyelids. “Hmm?”

“Do we really not go and conquer the main antagonist boss? Dad said it’s the fastest way.”

Nan Yuan, lacking interest, said, “I’m not going.”

Perhaps it was faster, but this method was too difficult for Nan Yuan.

Haha, let her, with her poker face, please the capricious main antagonist?

She was like her mom, possessed by a drama queen, effortlessly picking up various roles. Rainbow farts for her dad, three hundred and sixty-five variations without repetition.

Nan Yuan wore a cold face, but she was making a lot of complaints in her heart.

Thanks to her dad for giving her an awesome bloodline inheritance, and thanks to her mom for giving birth to a poker-faced beauty, saving her from a lot of trouble.

As long as she stops at that spot and gives those ants a cold, icy stare, they’ll be scared out of their wits.

Xu Xiaotang saw her languid look and immediately puffed up her chest. “It’s okay, Yuan Yuan; we can do more good deeds. When Yuan Yuan saves many, many people in the future, we can gain a lot of power of faith, and the value of merit is the same~”

Xu Xiaotang, full of fighting spirit, pulled out another book.

Book title: “Holy Mother’s Cultivation Manual.”

Accidentally glancing at the cover, Nan Yuan thought: …

Nan Yuan couldn’t help but reflect. Did she spoil this little brat too much?