Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 360: Your Breath Smells

Chapter 360: Your Breath Smells

Ning Shu saw that Gong Wumei’s expression was a bit dark so she stopped provoking him. After a pause, Gong Wumei said, “That’s why, the fact that you’re so beautiful and also have a pure yin physique is really a pleasant surprise for me.”

Ning Shu just laughed cynically, then closed her eyes and ignored him. This time, he wouldn’t find it that easy to push someone down. This ma’am now has enough poison on her to send him to the high Heavens!

The Demonic Cult was located at a precipice that was easy to defend. They dug out a place halfway up the mountain and situated themselves in the caves. They were living in caves like a mice, yet Gong Wumei still had the nerve to call the place where he lived the Endless Palace. It was seriously shameless.

Ning Shu got off the carriage and looked up at the mountain, then tsked in disdain. Gong Wumei noticed and said, “What kind of expression is that? Are you looking down on my Endless Palace?”

“So you also know that people dislike your Demonic Cult and had the sensitivity to hide here.” Ning Shu curled her lips in disdain. “Are you not worried about the orthodox sects attacking you for kidnapping so many women?”

Gong Wumei laughed coldly. “What does that matter? I would actually like to see who would dare to try and attack my sect.”

They walked until they got to a suspension bridge. Gong Wumei said, “Once we pa.s.s this bridge, we’ll arrive at my palace.”

Ning Shu kept her gaze fixed on the bridge and swallowed hard. How was this a bridge? It was just an iron chain that was only as thick as a toddler’s arm. Ordinary people had no way of walking on this.

So she asked, “How am I supposed to get over? Don’t tell me that I have to walk on this? If you keep messing around, I’ll be heading back.”

Gong Wumei reached out, grabbed her waist, then tucked her right under his arm as he stepped onto the iron chain.

Ning Shu saw the iron chain wobble, then the endless misty drop below her came into sight and she shrieked, “Oh my Goood…”

Gong Wumei revolved his inner strength to walk across the iron chain to the other side. Then, with a tug, he pulled Ning Shu into his arms and said seductively, “Beauty, no need to be scared. How could I bear to let anything happen to you?”

Ning Shu looked at him, then said, “Loosen up. If you continue hugging me this tightly, your meridians will burst.”

Gong Wumei lifted his brows and said devilishly, “It’s worth it to die if it’s on top of a beauty.”

“You really think it’s worth it?” Ning Shu glanced at him expressionlessly. Gong Wumei slowly drew closer, “Of course. I’m naturally willing to die from pleasure on top of you.”

“How many times have I told you already? Your breath smells. Why are you always leaning so close to talk? It’s disgusting, you know? Do you often have constipation? Your breath stinks so much. It seems that Qi deviation isn’t your only problem, there’s also something wrong with your digestive system. Could it be that no one has told you that your breath stinks before?” Ning Shu took a step back with an expression of disgust.

Gong Wumei’s face contorted for a moment, but he soon smiled again. Reaching out, he lightly twirled a strand of her hair around his finger and said mildly, “You’re the first woman that has ever spoken this way to me. All the women I captured before either cried as they begged for mercy, or became captivated by my looks and willingly submitted to me. However, you actually dare to mock me. Could it be that you’re not afraid that I’ll kill you?”

Ning Shu shook her head. “I’m a doctor, everything I said were just facts. I’m telling you, your health is currently my responsibility. As for the reason why you never knew before this that you had bad breath, it was probably because everyone was too scared of you to tell you. After all, you are the heartless Demonic Cult leader that kill people whenever you get annoyed.”

“Are you being impudent since you know that I can’t bear to kill you?” Gong Wumei abruptly yanked the strand of hair he had been playing with. Ning Shu cried out in pain, “f.u.c.k, that hurts!”

“Of course I know that you can’t bear to kill me. You can’t suppress your internal injuries anymore, that’s why you were looking for my master.” Ning Shu rubbed her head to ease the pain.