allonlinenovel Chapter 317: You good-for-nothing, you eat my food and drink my water!
Chapter 317: You good-for-nothing, you eat my food and drink my water!
After Fang Xiaoxiao led everyone into the dimly lit and cramped room, her gaze immediately locked onto the woman lying on the bed.
Seeing the woman's emaciated and dying appearance, Fang Xiaoxiao was filled with anxiety and had no time to care about anything else. She stepped forward to carefully check the woman's condition.
Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, the shrew, like a mad lioness, suddenly started yelling at the top of her lungs with her hoarse voice.
"Stop! You reckless, arrogant brat, what do you think you're doing?"
Her voice was so sharp it seemed to pierce the oppressive air, echoing endlessly in the cramped little room, making one's eardrums ache.
At the same time, every wrinkle on the shrew's ferocious and twisted face seemed to be filled with malice.
She put her hands on her hips, pointed a short, thick finger at Fang Xiaoxiao menacingly, spitting as she cursed and swore.
"Hmph, who do you think you are? You should take a good look at yourself in the mirror before pretending to be a compassionate bodhisattva!"
You think you can cure everything? Stop pretending to be a good person here!
"Maybe it's your bad luck, you jinx, that made this sickly person even worse the moment you showed up!"
Her unreasonable and extremely domineering shouting instantly attracted the attention of the villagers who had come to watch the commotion.
The villagers gathered around, whispering and discussing amongst themselves.
Some people looked suspicious, their eyes shifting back and forth between Fang Xiaoxiao and the shrew.
Some people fawned over the shrew, casting disdainful glances at Fang Xiaoxiao.
Others, with a "the more the merrier" mentality, fanned the flames from the sidelines, fearing nothing more than a peaceful world.
Fang Xiaoxiao's face instantly turned as red as a ripe tomato, and flames of anger burned fiercely in her eyes.
She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh.
But for the woman in bed who was on the verge of death, she took a deep breath, suppressed the anger that was about to burst forth from her heart, gritted her teeth, and squeezed out a sentence through clenched teeth.
"Human life is at stake! Can't you shut your filthy mouth and watch your tongue?!"
Just as Fang Xiaoxiao was glaring at the shrew and shouting at her in a stern voice, the shrew, like a mad bull that had been completely enraged, seemed to have been greatly stimulated and instantly fell into an even more frenzied state, becoming increasingly unreasonable and unforgiving.
Her eyes were so wide they almost popped out of their sockets, the flesh on her face trembled violently as if trying to break free of her loose skin, and she spewed out obscene and vulgar language.
"You shameless little bitch, how dare you yell at me like that! I'll tear your mouth apart!"
He cursed as he strode aggressively toward Fang Xiaoxiao with his massive, elephant-like legs.
She raised her large, fan-like hand high, her thick knuckles turning white from the force, the fat on her arm jiggling with the movement, making a whooshing sound, and slapped hard at Fang Xiaoxiao's fair and delicate face. Judging from the momentum, if she were hit, she would definitely leave a deep palm print.
At this critical moment, Pei Yan, who had been standing quietly to the side, suddenly made a move.
He moved with lightning speed, his clothes fluttering, and he instantly appeared in front of Fang Xiaoxiao like a phantom.
His right hand shot out like lightning, his arm muscles tense, veins bulging, his long, powerful fingers like eagle claws, precisely and swiftly gripping the shrew's thick arm.
Pei Yan's hand was like an unbreakable iron clamp, firmly holding the shrew. No matter how hard she struggled, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree; her arm didn't budge an inch.
The shrew's face instantly turned bright red, her features contorted beyond recognition from anger and excessive force.
She screamed and cursed at the top of her lungs.
"Where did this brat come from, daring to ruin my good time? Get your filthy hands off me right now!"
Pei Yan's face was ashen, his eyes as cold as a deep pool, and he spoke coldly as he parted his thin lips.
"In broad daylight, to act so arrogantly and unreasonably, wantonly injuring people, is there no law left!"
His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear and resounding, carrying a chilling authority that seemed to freeze the surrounding air instantly.
At this moment, the villagers who had been whispering and pointing around were stunned by this sudden scene, and the scene fell into a deathly silence.
The shrew was stunned for a moment by Pei Yan's authoritative words, but she immediately went completely insane like a powder keg that had been lit.
Her mouth was like a burst dam, spewing out all sorts of foul language without restraint. She didn't care how handsome Pei Yan was; she just relentlessly and frantically insulted him, spewing out all sorts of nasty and vicious words.
Just then, Old Fu, who had been huddled to the side, with a distressed expression and a fawning yet cautious look, timidly approached the shrew like a cowardly mouse.
His thin frame appeared even more frail next to the shrew's robust figure, and his voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum.
"Honey, just say less, or you'll make things worse."
Old Fu's face was filled with helplessness and humility, his eyes were full of pleading, and he looked at Pei Yan with apology, his voice trembling as he spoke.
"Young master, I'm so sorry, please be merciful and let her go."
To everyone's surprise, the shrew's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she heard this. She turned around abruptly and launched into a tirade of angry curses at Old Fu.
"You spineless coward! I'm being bullied like this, and all you do is stand here like a little coward! Are you even a man? If you've got the guts, stand up for me! You good wimp, you eat my food and drink my water, and now you don't even dare to say a word!"
Old Fu was so scolded that his head almost drooped to the ground, his body trembling like a leaf, muttering to himself, but he didn't dare to utter a single word in rebuttal.
His timid and submissive manner showed no sign of masculinity whatsoever; he seemed more like a lackey of a shrew.
The shrew, on the other hand, stood with her hands on her hips, head held high, exuding an aura more masculine than any man, as if she were the undisputed ruler of the household.
Upon hearing the shrew's sharp words, Old Fu was frozen in place, instantly lost in deep memories, as if his soul had drifted back to that unbearable past.
At that time, he was penniless, emaciated, and dressed in tattered clothes, like a broken flag. Dragging his heavy, leaden legs, he begged along the streets and stumbled his way to Flower Language Village.
Hunger, like a ruthless beast, relentlessly gnawed at his internal organs.