38 Trash Third Missy

The smile on Zhang Dezhong's face slowly froze and later became shock and disbelief. "You… you're Third Missy?"

He staggered back and almost tripped over the spars on the floor. His voice started trembling because of his guilt. "Why… why are you here? Weren't you already…?"

"Already what?" He Xi took a step forward, and the smile on her face was as friendly as ever. However, it sent a chill down his spine. "Already been sold to Tao Tie Pavilion? Or tortured to my death?"

Zhang Dezhong was frightened by the sinister gaze, and his legs went jelly as he fell onto the floor.

The sharp spar jabbed his butt, and it was so painful until he gnashed his teeth. However, it also slowly woke up from his shock. The person in front of him was Nalan Hexi, the infamous trash Third Missy. She had no power or status and no one to care about her life or death; even the lowliest of slaves could bully her, why should he be afraid of her?

When he thought of this, Zhang Dezhong suddenly stood up and stared straight at He Xi harshly as his humiliation turned into rage. "Third Missy, I didn't expect that you could escape when you've already become a lowly slave. It seems like your new owner is pretty nice to you. Is it because of your pretty face?"

The moment he thought about that beautiful face, there was a tingle in Zhang Dezhong's heart. Third Missy was a true woman; his entire life, Zhang Dezhong had never seen such a pretty woman. He wondered how it would feel like to play her.

Besides, no matter how weak Third Missy was, she was a genuine missy from the Nalan Residence. The feeling of playing with a missy must be ecstatic!

Zhang Dezhong felt his blood rush through his veins as he took a step forward and smiled cunningly. "Speaking of which, if it wasn't me who brought Third Missy to Tao Tie Pavilion, you wouldn't have been able to find such a good master who turned you from nothing into a charming beauty. Judging by Third Missy's looks, it seems like you're having a good life. Third Missy, how do you think you should thank me?"

As he said, his hands were about to grab He Xi's face.

He Xi's lips curved upwards and revealed a cold and heretical smile. Just as Zhang Dezhong's hands were about to touch her, her fingers suddenly moved. Many invisible needles flew toward his body as fast as lightning.

"Ah!" Zhang Dezhong screamed and felt his entire body grow sore, causing him to collapse on the floor.

He Xi walked forward and slowly stepped on the hand that he wanted to extend over. She said slowly, "You're right, I really want to thank you properly."

Zhang Dezhong was horrified as he asked in a shaky voice, "What did you do to me?"

"Of course, I gave you a present to thank you!" He Xi said with a smile, but under her foot—crack! Zhang Dezhong's right wrist bone was trampled on and shattered. "How is it? Are you satisfied with your present?"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Zhang Dezhong let out bitter cries similar to the pigs when they were slaughtered. If it was not for the deserted alley, he would have alerted a bunch of people.

Upon seeing He Xi about to step on his other hand, Zhang Dezhong hurriedly cried and begged, "Third Missy, I know I'm wrong. Please spare me! Second Missy was the one who instructed me to do that! I just listened to her others. I beg you, please spare me."

He Xi sneered, "I haven't seen Second Sister in many years. All along, we went our separate ways and did not bother with each other. Why would she tell you to mess with me? How dare you lie to me? Was my previous present too little?"