Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags - Chapter 8
Lin Xun was stunned again, and his expression looked complicated as he examined the object being wave in front of him for a while now.
Looking at that thing, he was afraid that even if it was thrown away not even homeless man would want to eat it.
But that’s not the most important point to care about.
The handsome young man frowned slightly and placed his eyes on the shattered remains of the furnace, his voice was unconsciously hoarse as he asked.
“Senior sister, is this your potion furnace?”
Ning Ning didn’t understand why his reaction was so intense. She raised his hand to touch the tip of her nose and asked.
“Do you know where I can buy a new one?”
The atmosphere was eerily silent for a moment.
When the young master’s clear voice ring out again it sounded like a life-threatening death bell in hell.
“But… don’t you still have a lot of debt?”
Ning Ning: pupil-ear-shattering
Seeing her disbelief look, Lin Xun lowered his head to avoid Ning Ning’s sight and continued to said in a lighter voice.
“Master told me that you owe a lot of money for forging the star traces but you haven’t paid it off. This one furnace is 10, 000 spirit stones, the compensation for damaging the residence is 5,000 spirit stone and your sandalwood incense table is—”
Ning Ning could hardly bear so much information for a while.
“Aren’t these furniture the cheap goods mass-produced by the sect?”
Lin Xun was a little afraid of her and clenched his sleeve.
“It was senior sister who said that you like sandalwood incense, and even said that the best one should be used for alchemy.”
“Then what about my family? Isn’t my family very rich and famous?”
“The master forbade the disciple to squander one’s family’s money.”
Ning Ning was shocked, resisting the desire to spit blood and finally asked him.
“Shouldn’t the master pay for all expenses of the division?”
“Senior Sister wake up.”
Lin Xun was little anxious.
“We’re sword cultivators, we don’t have money!”
This was a sentence that woke up a dreamer.
Ning Ning then had a great realization.
She was a sword cultivator.
What kind of opinion does general public had with sword cultivator? It was no other then indifference, decisive and a double edge sword that could through air.
But what was the real sword cultivator like? Straight man, stubborn and violent.
Above all and the most important thing was that they were poor.
In all sects, the sword cultivator would always hold the best and most stylish and most powerful swords but their clothes were always the cheapest.
There was no other reason for this, their money were all spent on their wife (sword).
Not to mention the huge expenditure on the sword ornaments. Looking at the cost of repair and maintenance for the sword alone, it was enough to feed a large group of people.
For sword cultivators, they could be wounded and even blooded but their sword could never suffer.
In order to save money and raise a sword, they would not eat and drink lavishly, they even taught themselves how to sew and sell the sewn clothes on street.
What put great impressed Ning Ning the most was a senior brother named He in the original plot.
Rumor has it that he went so far as to compete for the top spot at the Flower House in order to save money, and after being discovered by a sword practitioner he shamelessly lied about being a disciple of Wan Jianzong but was exposed by Wan Jianzong on the spot.
Wan Jianzong was the second largest faction of the Sword Dao, and their relationship with the Xuanxu was similar to that of Tsinghuan University and Peking University—a deadly rivalry between light and dark.
She finally knew what the female cultivator in the dining hall meant by her words.
At the same time, it was understood that the two of them would see each other frequently in the future.
She was kind enough to let her know who couldn’t afford to eat all day long—it turned out to be herself!
She was in a horror film plot not cultivation!
Along the silent surrounding, a text surfaced in her mind right at this time. It was the original passage the system tuned out in order to allow her to complete the task successfully.
The title was written in six big words: The night Ning Ning Seduced Lin Xun.
[The moon was slowly fading in the west, the front door was empty as the shadow of the clouds was the only one roaming in the night.
Ning Ning smiled delicately as her also delicate fingers brushed Lin Xun’s lapel causing the teenager’s spine stiffen and his ears flush with red.
The moon’s shadow were shimmering reflecting the young girl’s cherry lips as she wet it and gently opened her mouth like blooming flower.
“The moonlight is beautiful tonight and sister here is in a good mood. Let’s go out and enjoy the moon together, how about it?”]
Enjoy the moon.
She would taste goose every day after this, so she should just enjoy the moon.
The moon was slowly fading in the west, and the shadows were also slowly shifting.
With this thinking and after checking everything making sure everything was describe just like how it was on the original plot Ning Ning smiled delicately as her delicate fingers brushed the body of the star-scarred sword, her beloved who was always there when she needed him.
The hand that touches the sword trembles slightly.
As the moon was momentarily blocked by the dark cloud, she opened her mouth to smile with the lingering smell of the roast goose that remained on her fingertips, she said.
“Wife1 I don’t have money to buy a new clothes, forgive this useless mother. Be a good boy ah.”
Lin Xun who was watching the whole scene on a front row seat just felt creped out.
He didn’t understand why his senior sister would ask those questions that she herself should know the answers. What’s more he didn’t understand why Ning Ning called her sword wife, when she claimed herself to be the mother.
All he knew was that his senior sister didn’t seem to be quite right anymore.
In ancient time, Fan Jinzhong2 who was elected to pass the imperial examination and right now Ning Ning, was the representation of this historical figure.
After quite some time, Lin Xun experience the fear that dominated the night.
As he saw his senior sister approached him and put one hand on his shoulder.
She sounded like a maniac, he couldn’t tell whether it was her laughing or crying voice as it sounded like a fluttered female ghost in the mountain and with slightly red almond eyes were a perfect match.
“Tonight the moon is good, sister is in a very good mood…”
“So let’s go out and enjoy the moon, how about it. Haha.”
The “Haha” on the last part was the most quintessential and simply vivid image of what was called a happy scene to hide one’s sadness.
But the disturbing things was it sounded like an old cow leaving a giggling sound in the middle of his eardrum.
Lin Xun was almost scared to death.
He thought that Brother He who sold his body to raise his sword was the last disciple who has mental problems and did not expect Senior Sister Ning Ning was more ill than he was.
The little prince of the Dragon Palace took a step back with his paled face, while shivering.
Help, help, help! Senior Sister Ning she—
She went crazy because of poverty!
The body where his body was touched was hot and burning making Lin Xun uncomfortable so he subconsciously wanted to let go her hand.
Senior sister is so pitiful.
She was already so poor and if he refused her invitation, the other party would definitely be more sad.
So the little prince of the dragon palace had to endure hard as he replied with this low and fuzzy voice, since he it was difficult for him to suppress his trembling voice.
“Senior Sister, do not be sad, I …… I will accompany you to see the moon.”
Wife1– raw was 老婆 which means wife, concubine or junior wife. Maybe here Ning Ning was looking at herself as the husband perspective
Fan Jinzhong2– it was a character a novel that went insane after being selected to pass the imperial examination