Chapter 103: The Serpent Demon Wants to Devour Me
“Madam, it’s terrible! Miss is missing again!” A young servant burst into the shop, tearfully reporting to Meng Yun. Not only was the young lady gone, but even the family’s donkey had vanished!
Meng Yun felt a headache coming on. Despite her strict vigilance, she hadn’t expected the girl to sneak out riding the servant’s donkey.
“Don’t worry about her. She’ll come back once she’s had her fun,” Meng Yun sighed, giving up. A young lady of her age was always a handful.
Meanwhile, outside the city, Fubao was happily riding the little donkey. Ever since Meng Yun opened this shop in the capital, Fubao hadn’t enjoyed a single moment of freedom. She fondly recalled the days at her great-uncle’s mansion — life then was simply perfect! For this escape, she even took the trouble to put on some makeup.
Feeling quite proud of her runaway adventure, Fubao thought, “Mother says there are many bad people, but this place is so beautiful—where could the bad ones be?” With such thoughts, she galloped freely.
But when someone hoisted her up onto a mountain, she realized that bad people did indeed exist.
“Big brother~” Bound tightly and tossed into a corner, Fubao called out to the one-eyed bandit pacing back and forth before her. Nearby, the little donkey hung by its legs on a rack, also tied up.
The little donkey seemed to be suffering terribly, sobbing quietly.
“Why are you yelling? Have you ever seen a girl as heavy as you? You’re crushing my shoulders!” the one-eyed bandit complained, rubbing his aching shoulder. Not only was she heavy, but she kept struggling nonstop. If he didn’t tie her up tight, she’d slip away.
“Oh, big brother, look at me—I’m fat and ugly. Please just let me go! Even the big boss isn’t interested in me!” Fubao began to plead seriously.
“Who do you call big boss? Our boss is so handsome—don’t call him old!” the one-eyed bandit snapped indignantly.
Fubao ignored the spit flying onto her face—there was no hand to wipe it away—and nervously swallowed.
“Uh, yes, young big brother!”
“Who do you call young?” he retorted.
“Big brother, please!” Fubao thought silently.
“Being ugly and fat doesn’t matter. Clean you up, and you won’t look like it!” The bandit stroked his chin, eyeing Fubao.
“Clean me up?” Fubao was stunned.
“Yes! How else would you be cooked?” the bandit said in surprise.
“Cooked???”
“Yes! Our boss has waited a long time to catch such tender, fresh meat like you. Tonight, we feast!”
Fubao was terrified—had she stumbled into a monster’s den? Were there really man-eating monsters near the capital?
As a matter of fact, Fubao guessed correctly. She had indeed landed in a monster’s lair—a snake spirit who had cultivated for a hundred years but had gone astray, choosing the dark path and delighting in devouring humans. Fubao was the first victim.
Since the snake spirit was eager to feast, Fubao was placed on a large serving platter. Beside her, the donkey, bound by its legs as a sort of mascot, was also there.
“Wow!” Fubao finally saw the snake spirit’s true form: a human head with a serpent’s body, flicking a long tongue.
Handsome, was it?
The snake spirit examined Fubao lying on the platter and nodded approvingly. Tender and fresh, but what was with the red blotches on her face?
“That’s my makeup. Pretty, right?” Fubao recalled the elaborate face paint she had fussed over early that morning, quite pleased with herself.
The snake spirit suddenly lost its appetite.
“Wait, are you sure you want to eat me?” Fubao wriggled and lifted her head.
“If I’m not going to eat you, why would I have caught you?” the snake spirit flicked its tongue.
“But…”
“Hmm?”
“You have bad breath!”
“…”
The snake spirit grew angry: damn it, about to be eaten and still so picky!
Just as the snake spirit opened its mouth to attack Fubao, a massive claw appeared in front of her, clamping down on the snake’s head.
The snake spirit???
“My prey, and you dare interfere?” A giant lobster appeared.
Fubao exclaimed, “Ah! This giant lobster looks so familiar!”
The donkey brayed happily: “We’re saved!”