Chapter 123: Not Returning Home for the Night, Senior Sister's Cruel Interrogation

Outside the window, the night curtain had already receded.

The sky was just beginning to brighten, and human voices could already be heard on the street.

The young girl in his arms had finally fallen asleep.

Luo Zijun laid her down on the bed, covered her with the quilt, and then slipped out of the room without a sound.

At this moment, Bi'er suddenly emerged from the room next door.

This young maid first glanced at him, then immediately ran to the door of her young mistress's room, pushed it open, took a look inside, and then came over to interrogate him: "Young Master Luo, what did you do to my young mistress last night?"

Luo Zijun ignored her and walked downstairs.

Bi'er hurriedly chased after him, saying: "Young Master Luo, you must take responsibility for my young mistress!"

Luo Zijun stopped on the stairs, turned his head to look at her, and said: "Bi'er, didn't your young mistress say last night that she was letting you go and didn't want you anymore?"

Bi'er immediately snorted and said: "That's not true, the young mistress would never not want me."

Luo Zijun said: "Then I don't want you."

Bi'er was stunned, then immediately let out a "Hmph," and said: "I am the young mistress's servant, not your servant, what does that have to do with you? Hmph!"

Luo Zijun said solemnly: "Your young mistress is mine now. According to the rules, you will naturally be mine as well when the time comes, and you will also have to be my bed-warming young maid. Do you still say it has nothing to do with me?"

Bi'er: "..."

Luo Zijun suddenly smiled and said: "But don't be afraid. Since you talk so much, I definitely won't want you to warm my bed. When your young mistress is with me, I will sell you off. I'll sell you to Zhu Er, the pig butcher at the South Street market, to be his wife."

Bi'er was instantly enraged: "You..."

"You are so cute, he will definitely like you very much. And since you like to 'hmph' so much, once you are married off, you can sleep in the pigsty with his pigs. That way, you can 'hmph' along with those little pigs every day. Bi'er, you must be looking forward to that day coming soon, right?"

Bi'er's complexion changed instantly.

"Don't be anxious, this Young Master will certainly strive to make your wish of living in a pigsty come true soon."

Luo Zijun gave her a devilish smile, then went downstairs, opened the door, and left the shop.

Bi'er stood frozen on the stairs for several breaths, then hurriedly turned around, went upstairs, and ran into the young mistress's room.

However, upon seeing her young mistress sleeping with tear stains on her face, she immediately backed out and quietly closed the door.

She clenched her two small fists and said indignantly: "I won't go live in a pigsty! Bad person!"

Outside, the sky had not yet fully brightened.

On the street, the peddlers had already begun to get busy.

As Luo Zijun walked, he thought of the tenderness of last night while also considering his current situation, and could not help but sigh secretly.

Of course, he did not want to fail that young girl, but now was definitely not the time.

He was currently penniless and destitute, having nothing at all; he even had to rely on the protection of others to survive, so how could he dare to let her follow him and live in fear?

He had to possess his own strength quickly.

Just as he was thinking about these things while walking forward, a familiar coughing sound suddenly came from a shop nearby.

"Cough..."

Luo Zijun turned his head to look.

At the entrance of the medicine shop, the cold and aloof young girl, dressed in a plain white dress, was leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, her beautiful eyes looking at him coldly.

That pure yet alluring, delicate face appeared even more provocative and mysterious in the hazy light of the morning.

"Senior Sister, so early?"

Luo Zijun looked surprised.

The sky had just brightened, and this girl had already opened the shop?

Did she have to be so proactive?

"Hmph."

Su Qingling did not speak; she lifted her chin, snorted haughtily, and turned to go inside.

Luo Zijun ignored her and prepared to leave.

After walking only a few steps, she came out again and said coldly: "Try walking away again?"

Luo Zijun stopped and turned his head: "It's not even bright yet, I still have to go back to study. I'll come over again in the evening."

Su Qingling's pretty face was icy, and her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

Luo Zijun immediately felt a chill and fear rising from his bones, so he had no choice but to turn around and walk over.

It seemed that the fear of this girl he had developed since childhood was already carved into his body.

However, he could now easily suppress this fear.

The reason he was willing to yield was naturally not because of fear of this young girl, but because of his affection and gratitude toward her and their master.

He was not a person who would forget favors and violate justice.

Back then, this young girl and their master had helped him so much, even leaving the entire medicine shop and all their silver to him, and they had even built a dedicated martial arts training ground for him in the backyard. How could he forget such kindness?

Seeing him concede, Su Qingling snorted and went inside first.

By the time Luo Zijun entered, she was already standing behind the counter, her towering chest resting on the counter as well.

There were no lights on in the room, and the light was even dimmer than outside.

Luo Zijun came to the counter, glanced at it, and asked: "Senior Sister, why open the shop so early today? Did you have insomnia last night?"

Su Qingling did not answer; she looked at him coldly with her beautiful eyes and said: "Where did you go last night?"

Luo Zijun said: "At home. I woke up early, came out in the morning to eat a bowl of wontons, and was just about to go home to study."

When he said this, his face did not flush and his heart did not race; he was very natural.

Before coming in just now, he had already rehearsed it many times in his mind.

Su Qingling looked at him coldly for a few moments and said: "Come in."

Luo Zijun immediately shook his head: "I won't."

Thinking of that scene from that day still makes him want to have a nosebleed; he certainly doesn't dare go in again.

This girl's ability to tease is more than that of a little enchantress.

He truly cannot handle it.

Su Qingling gave him another cold look, turned around, opened a drawer behind her, and said in a flat tone, "Don't you need medicinal herbs for your cultivation? See if any of these are of use to you. If they are, buy them; we can't sell them off."

Luo Zijun: "..."

"Senior Sister, you stocked up on those medicinal herbs for martial artists again? Why are you so foolish? When we were in the Outer City, we stocked them and could never sell them, yet you still bought more?"

Su Qingling turned her head, looked at him coldly, and said, "It was your master who stocked them."

Luo Zijun was speechless and couldn't help but complain, "Master is getting on in years, his brain..."

He suddenly stopped talking, glanced upstairs, and whispered, "Is Master still sleeping up there?"

Just as he finished speaking, a loud snoring sound suddenly came from upstairs.

"Snore... snore..."

Luo Zijun: "..."

Su Qingling opened another drawer and said, "Aren't you quite wealthy? Buy them all."

"My money didn't come from a strong wind, and besides, I have no money left. The last time, I gave you all the money I had on me."

Luo Zijun took out his money pouch to show her; it was truly empty inside.

Su Qingling said, "Put it on credit for now, come in and take a look first." Luo Zijun couldn't help but sigh, and as he walked inside, he looked at her and said, "Senior Sister, are you intentionally trying to make me owe you money forever?"

Su Qingling's pretty face was cold, and she did not speak.

Luo Zijun walked into the counter area, came to her side, looked into the drawer, and was suddenly stunned.

"Senior Sister, aren't these medicinal herbs the most common... Ah!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the young girl beside him had already grabbed his butt.

Luo Zijun finally reacted and said angrily, "Senior Sister, you tricked me into coming in again!"

Su Qingling ignored him, and after grabbing him, she immediately leaned close to his body, her delicate nose twitching slightly as she sniffed for a scent on him.

Luo Zijun immediately felt that things were going poorly.

Sure enough, the next second, the fingernails on his butt suddenly pressed down with more force.

"Hiss... it hurts!"

Luo Zijun shuddered in pain and immediately grabbed her butt as well.

!

Su Qingling's body trembled, and she looked at him with cold, beautiful eyes, saying, "Where did you go last night? I'll ask you one last time."

Luo Zijun refused to admit it: "At home."

Su Qingling's fingers suddenly twisted with force.

Luo Zijun trembled in pain, and not to be outdone, he twisted his fingers hard as well.

Su Qingling also trembled, and her other hand suddenly struck out, grabbing his chest.

"Ah! It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts! It really hurts!"

Luo Zijun truly couldn't take it anymore and hurriedly shouted toward upstairs: "Master! Come down quickly! Your precious granddaughter is acting like a hooligan toward your disciple!"

The snoring upstairs suddenly became even louder.

"Senior Sister, stop! If you don't stop, I'm going to throw a punch! My fist is big and hard; believe it or not, one punch will make you cry?"

Luo Zijun immediately raised his other hand and clenched it into a fist.

Who would have thought that just as he finished speaking, a more intense pain suddenly came from his chest.

The young girl in front of him twisted him even harder.

"Ah..."

Luo Zijun let out a miserable scream in pain.

If this can be endured, what cannot!

Anger rose from his heart and malice grew from his guts; he let out a roar and threw a fierce punch.

"Swish!"

The big, hard fist flew heavily past the ear of the girl in front of him and struck a lock of her hair.

That lock of hair was instantly blown away, trembling and weeping mournfully.

Luo Zijun retracted his fist, shook it in front of her, and said, "See that? That is my true strength. If you don't stop now, I... ah!"

Before he could finish, a sharp pain came from his chest and butt simultaneously once more.

Luo Zijun screamed, had no choice but to loosen his fist, and used his other hand to grab her waist, twisting it fiercely as well.

"Ah..."

The young girl in front of him trembled, and a low moan suddenly escaped her throat.

This moan instantly made Luo Zijun's heart tremble and his body go soft; his two hands involuntarily loosened their grip.

"Senior Sister, don't be like this..."

Luo Zijun had no choice but to beg for mercy.

The young girl in front of him ignored him, still pinching him tightly, looking at him with cold, beautiful eyes.

Luo Zijun hesitated in his heart whether to confess to this girl.

But thinking of her temper, he really didn't dare.

Outside the house, the night curtain finally retreated completely.

A ray of dawn peeked over the horizon and spilled into the Human Realm.

In the shop, behind the counter, a man and a woman were pinching each other, standing there motionless without speaking, not knowing how long they had already been standing there.

Another moment passed.

Luo Zijun finally couldn't help but let go first, saying, "Senior Sister, doesn't your hand hurt? Let go and rest for a bit first, we can continue pinching later."

The young girl still pinched him, her beautiful eyes still coldly staring at him.

Luo Zijun tried to curry favor again, saying, "Senior Sister, I'll paint your nails for you, how about that? Fingernails, toenails, anything is fine."

"Look, your hair isn't even combed properly; turn around, let me help you comb your hair."

"Or how about you help me comb my hair?"

Who would have thought that as soon as he finished this sentence, his chest suddenly felt loose, and a pink fist hit his right eye with a "Bang!"

The force was great.

Luo Zijun immediately saw stars and let out a miserable shriek.

He clenched his fists, preparing to strike back.

The young girl in front of him suddenly spoke coldly: "Who touched your hair last night?"

Luo Zijun was stunned and hurriedly said, "No one, just me."

Then he suddenly changed his words: "That, Xiaohuan touched it, she's that Young Maid of mine. You've seen her, she's very well-behaved and very diligent, my sister likes her a lot too, she..."

"Bang!"

The fingers pinching his buttocks also let go, and then, her other hand's pink fist suddenly struck out, hitting his other eye heavily.

Luo Zijun immediately let out a miserable shriek, covered both eyes, and crouched on the ground.

Su Qingling lowered her head, her beautiful eyes staring coldly at him, and just as she was about to speak again, she saw him suddenly reach out both hands, grab her two ankles, and pull with a sudden, violent force.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, her beautiful hair flew up and her white skirt spread out.

Su Qingling fell heavily and sat on the ground.

Luo Zijun threw a punch toward her eyes, then immediately got up and ran.

He quickly ran out of the shop and disappeared from sight.

Inside the shop, silence was restored once more.

The young girl sat quietly on the ground for a while longer before slowly getting up and touching her own eyes.

Suddenly, she looked toward the door.

A moment of silence.

She walked out, stood at the doorway, looked in the direction he had just come from, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

(End of this chapter)