As a transmigrator, you didn’t feel even the slightest bit of excitent or novelty.
The Skinny Monkey naturally couldn’t understand what you were saying, but seeing your expression, he thought you were provoking him, and swung his fist at you.
Seeing the man swing his fist, you instinctively, almost reflexively, raised your foot and kicked over, resulting in the Skinny Monkey being kicked and flying out, landing directly on the sandy ground more than ten ters away.
"Damn it, when did my leg strength beco so strong?" You were montarily stunned at your leg strength.
Seeing you take action, the people around you imdiately let out a few cries and picked up the bamboo poles around them, attacking you.
The opponents were nurous, and you instinctively protected your vitals, but when the bamboo poles hit you, you didn’t even feel the slightest pain, as if they were just scratching an itch.
If anyone in this situation didn’t fight back, they’d be either an idiot or incompetent.
You grabbed a bamboo pole from one of them and swept it swiftly. The bamboo pole flashed before everyone’s eyes, followed by two screams as two adult n were sent flying again, one even rolling continuously on the sand, seemingly having hit his vital area.
This move instantly stunned everyone, and those who were originally attacking you quickly dropped their bamboo poles and ran away.
You still stared in amazent at your hands, feeling that you possessed an extraordinarily powerful strength when making a move.
"Woo! Woo!"
Casually swinging the bamboo pole in your hand, the bamboo pole made a chilling sound as it cut through the air, quite terrifying.
"Did crossing into a Different world make Superman?" You mumbled to yourself, finally letting out a small smile. Although forcibly pulled into a puzzling world by the Empress, it granted you superhuman abilities for survival.
"Hey, is there anyone else? Co up and spar with , old man!" You extended your hand, beckoning the crowd with your finger.
Seeing your terrifying strength, no one dared to approach, wisely dispersing at that mont.
"Bah!" You spat, feeling like you were just talking to yourself in a place where the language was completely different, quite bored.
After the crowd dispersed, the small girl continued to move forward, and you shrugged, following her closely. After circling around with the small girl, you ascended a small slope, eventually standing in front of a cave.
Beside the cave was a flat land, with a dilapidated house on it, seemingly destroyed by natural disasters like typhoons, and now uninhabitable.
Before entering the cave, the small girl turned to look at you, then buried her head inside the cave. The cave wasn’t large, just enough to accommodate the small girl’s petite body, but if you wanted to enter, you’d have to crawl in on all fours. Although there was a faint scent inside, you couldn’t enter and could only sit on the grass outside the cave.
"Gurgle—"
Well, at this mont the Five Viscera Temple started acting up.
However, at this mont, you were already too exhausted to get up and search for food. Completely fatigued, you leaned against the mountain wall, gazing blankly at the people busy below.
"Gurgle—"
"Calling! Calling! Calling! What the hell are you calling?" you cursed, feeling too drained even to get angry at God, hungry with a sore, weary body.
At this mont, a small arm reached out toward you, and a blackened object appeared in your sight. Subconsciously swallowing, you wondered if this thing was even edible—it looked like a rotten yam freshly taken from the fire.
"Gurgle—"
"Damn!" You cursed again, unable to resist hunger, grabbed the charred rotten yam. It still held so warmth, and after peeling off the charred exterior, you found the inside surprisingly white, seemingly a kind of yam from the texture, with a fragrant aroma hitting your senses. Without hesitation, you quickly devoured the food.
"Hey, is there any more?" You reached your hand into the cave.
However, the small girl inside the cave didn’t continue handing you food. You turned to look deeper into the cave. At that mont, the angle of the sunset happened to cast into the dark cave, making your brows furrow.
He found a person lying inside the small and narrow cave, to be specific, a woman. She was wrapped with sothing like a blanket made of woven grass, but you knew well that such simple weaving couldn’t withstand the cold, and the cave was too small to light a fire, as it might suffocate a person.
The woman’s skin was pale, her hair damp, lying motionless on a simple bedding. It seed she was ill, and in such a place with extrely basic facilities, there truly couldn’t be a Doctor, nor any related treatnt options, leaving the woman lying straight on the cold mat, awaiting death.
The small girl lay kneeling beside the woman, her eyes visibly swollen and red at this mont.
Licking your cracked lips, you instinctively touched your nose. Though you seldom liked ddling in other’s affairs, given that the small girl had saved your life, you stood up and walked toward the nearby Linzi out of gratitude.
Due to the recent typhoon, there were many tree branches scattered on the ground; you easily gathered a pile, setting up a wood fra on the open ground outside the cave, then descended the slope, boldly entering a nearby fisherman’s ho where als were being prepared, lighting a branch before returning to the slope. Once the fire was lit, bending low, you entered the cave with great difficulty, in the small girl’s panicked gaze, grabbing the woman’s bedding, slowly dragging her out.
"%￥#@%￥...￥!"
Seeing this, the small girl directly threw herself onto the woman, calling out continuously with strange sounds.
You ignored her and continued dragging the woman from the humid, gloomy cave; the small girl was also pulled out.
Placing the woman beside the fire, you tugged the small girl aside, then lifted the woven grass covering the woman. Suddenly, you were stunned, blurting out: "Damn, those aren’t scientifically correct breasts!"
Only then did you truly see the woman’s face. Though her face was pale as paper, her features were astonishingly exquisite, as if an exceptionally skillful painter had painstakingly sketched and sculpted them. She possessed a straight nose; her lips were cracked, much like yours, yet in her unconscious state, her slightly parted red lips held an infinite allure.
What truly captivated your eyes was the sight of her bosom, bulging under the woven garnt. Her figure seed sowhat slender, yet inexplicably, her chest was extraordinarily voluminous, making you gasp in surprise.
Perhaps due to your dragging or the warmth from the fire, the woman slowly opened her eyes. As she opened her eyes, you suddenly realized her pupils were distinctly different from ordinary people’s; under the twilight and flickering firelight, her eyes astonishingly exhibited a golden hue.
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