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Chapter 11 Furuki's Slap

Russell took the jade bottle, which was still warm from his body, and uncorked it. Immediately, a cool and refreshing fragrance wafted out. He could tell at a glance that it was a good product, and he immediately said to Kumārajīva, "It's quite an expense for you, Master."

Kumārajīva chuckled and clasped his hands together: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. It's just a few pills, nothing to mention."

These words came from the bottom of his heart. Putting aside everything else, he was a powerful Dharma King in Tibet, and he could use snow lotus, something extremely precious to outsiders, to mix with rice.

Just then, hurried footsteps and Duan Yu's panting voice came from outside the door: "Brother Luo! How is that girl? What did the abbot at the temple say?"

Jingxin, who was guarding the door, quickly gestured for him to be quiet and whispered, "Please keep your voice down, sir, so as not to disturb the patient. Master Mingwang from Tibet has already examined that female benefactor and said that she can be saved."

Upon hearing this, Duan Yu tiptoed into the room, looked at Kumārajīva with gratitude, and said sincerely, "Master, you are truly a good person."

These words, spoken without hesitation, pleased Kumārajīva greatly. He put one hand behind his back and adopted the demeanor of a high monk: "It's nothing more than cultivation. Judging from your appearance, you are a pure and innocent person. You will surely be blessed with good fortune and your family will be peaceful and prosperous in the future."

Russell glanced at Duan Yu and Kumārajīva, chuckled, and said, "Alright, you two remember what you said today, don't regret it later."

……

"It hurts, it hurts so much..."

Consciousness was like being submerged at the bottom of cold, murky water, struggling to rise and fall.

In a daze, Mu Wanqing felt as if she were being placed on a fire pit, with countless ants tearing at her flesh inside her body.

Fortunately, the next moment, a cool sensation surged into my back, and as the blood flowed through my meridians, it was like a spring breeze, bringing a sense of relaxation wherever it passed.

This made her a little more awake, and as the cool true energy continued to circulate, the previously blurry fragments of memory gradually pieced themselves together.

She remembered that she had been surrounded by two old hags from the Wang family and their men, and had no choice but to jump off a cliff to survive...

"puff--!"

A sweet taste rose in her throat, and a mouthful of dark red, fishy-smelling blood gushed from her mouth, splattering onto the plain-colored bedding and leaving a small, shocking stain.

After spitting out the blood, Mu Wanqing felt the suffocating discomfort in her chest and abdomen lessen considerably, and she regained full consciousness.

Her long eyelashes trembled a few times, and she finally opened her eyes with difficulty. What came into view was an unfamiliar roof beam, and the faint scent of sandalwood and herbs lingered in the air. She looked around blankly, muttering to herself, "Where...am I?"

"Miaofa Temple, just a few dozen miles away is the territory of the Great Song Dynasty." A strange voice sounded from behind. Mu Wanqing froze, like a startled cat, and turned her head sharply. What she saw was a man sitting cross-legged on the bed, closing his eyes and meditating.

"Who are you!?" Mu Wanqing shouted sharply, instinctively trying to get up on guard, but was shocked to find herself weak and powerless, her internal energy stagnant, unable to muster even a tenth of her usual strength. At the same moment, she realized that the veil on her face had disappeared, and her face, which had become slightly rosy under Russell's cultivation, immediately turned pale again: "The veil on my face..."

"I was the one who exposed it," Russell admitted.

"Bastard!" Mu Wanqing gritted her teeth and pounced on Luo Su like a madwoman. Luo Su wouldn't let her get away with it. He grabbed her arm and gently lifted and pushed her down on his lap with his right hand.

Seeing Russell raise his right hand, Mu Wanqing's eyes widened, and she immediately resisted, kicking her legs wildly: "You scoundrel! What do you think you're doing?"

"Hehe." Russell smirked, pressing his left hand against Mu Wanqing's neck to keep her from moving, while raising his right hand high and then striking her firm buttocks hard.

Snapped!

A crisp sound rang out, and Mu Wanqing's mind went blank for a second. She stopped shouting, and the expression on her face changed from panic to disbelief.

Did she get spanked?

It wasn't until a burning, tingling sensation spread through her buttocks that Mu Wanqing reacted. Her face instantly flushed red, and an unprecedented sense of shame welled up within her. She used all her strength to try and break free from Russell's grasp, twisting and screaming, "Bastard! Lecher! I'll kill you! I'll definitely kill you!"

"Still not behaving yourself?" Without saying a word, Russell raised his hand and slapped her again. Mu Wanqing gasped as she was hit. If the previous slap was numb, this one was excruciatingly painful.

"I'll teach you to be ungrateful! I'll teach you to repay kindness with enmity! I'll teach you to speak recklessly! I'll teach you to shout and kill your savior! I'll teach you to be brainless!" Russell got angrier and angrier as he hit him, and the more he hit, the more he hit. He was so emotional that he couldn't stop slapping him. He slapped him left and right, making a loud cracking sound, with a perfect rhythm.

In contrast, Mu Wanqing still had the strength to curse in the first few minutes after being beaten, but later, Russell could only hear her muffled groans.

Shaking off the slap that had left her slightly numb, Russell turned Mu Wanqing's face, forcing her to turn her head. At this moment, she was no longer the fierce woman she had been. Her face was streaked with tears, her stubborn and bright eyes were filled with tears, her long eyelashes were wet, her eyes were red, and the tip of her nose was also red. She bit her lower lip tightly, but still, soft sobs escaped uncontrollably from her throat.

If I had to describe it, it would be like a wild cat that has been severely bullied, looking utterly pathetic and miserable.

"Are you convinced?" Russell asked.

Mu Wanqing let out a soft hum with a thick nasal tone, stubbornly turning her gaze away, not wanting to pay attention to him.

Russell didn't waste any words and made a gesture as if to raise his hand again.

"Don't hit me!" Mu Wanqing trembled with fear, instinctively covering her buttocks with both hands and nodding hastily, "I give up, I give up."

"That's good enough." Russell then released his hand from the back of her neck, picked her up from his lap, and gently placed her back on the bed.

"Listen carefully, I'll only say this once. I found you by the stream. I saw you were poisoned and about to die, so I kindly brought you to Miaofa Temple for treatment. But you, the first thing you did after waking up was to try to kill me without even asking what happened. And the veil on your face, you were completely submerged in the water at the time, and I was afraid you would suffocate, so I took it off for you. Don't you think that if I really did something to you, you would still be here making a scene with me, all intact?"

Mu Wanqing was taken aback by Russell's words, and finally understood the whole story. Although she was extreme in nature, she was not really stupid. After comparing the facts, she was already seven or eight parts convinced. However, when she thought of the slaps she had just received, she couldn't help but feel aggrieved and said, "If that's the case, why didn't you say so earlier?"

Russell countered, "Did I just say you would listen?"

Mu Wanqing: "..."