Chapter 9: A New Friend
In the early morning, upon waking up Feng Jiao Xue looked confused at first before sitting up and looking around.
"So, it wasn't a dream after all" She muttered to herself before leaning back with her hands as support as she looked at the ceiling and closed her eyes before she let out a puff of breath, thoughts swirling in her mind. Dark silky hair fell back like a waterfall waving with her movement.
The old door creaked, jolting her up, making her sit upright with silver needles hidden in her palms ready to be drawn like a claw. As her eyes narrowed for a second before the sharp gaze was retracted.
"Oh, so the young miss waste is finally awake" The servant girl sneered as she walked over with a bowl of a smelly green goo with some bits and pieces of leaves. "Why couldn't you stay dead? It would've saved us all the trouble"
"You trash, don't tell me you've gone dumb?" The servant girl asked in wonder again, but Feng Jiao Xue just stared at her with a blank look.
Seemingly irritated by her lack of response, the servant girl strode towards her, and a loud slap resounded in the small room. "You b*tch answer me when I'm talking to you got that?!" The impatience and irritation was clear in the servant's tone and eyes.
Frost accumulated in her slightly narrowed eyes as her pale cheek turned red. She felt boiling rage and indignation came from her bond with Huang Jin De but using the bond between them she transferred her command and that is for him to back off.
"Are you done?" The coldness in her voice made the servant girl shiver and step back startled but then regained composure and glared at her.
"Who do you think you are? You ugly waste. Do you really think that you're a high miss just because of your blood?" The servant girl glared at her harshly, jealousy clear in her eyes while grabbing her chin with so much force she was sure that grip would leave another mark.
F*cking great, just what she needs, another God d*mn bruise. No matter how much she wished to end this preposterous servant in front of her, she could only bite her tongue and clenched her fist to hold herself back. She lowered her head to hide the piercing glare in her eyes as she curbed her bloodlust, something she had accumulated as an assassin.
Even cultivator experts would be astonished by its sheer force and amount.