"Hey kid, wake up!"
"Master Fuli is here to bring you food."
Wang Qiqi got up with a face full of helplessness, leading Master Fuli to the inner prison where the injected Naien, strapped with a locked self-destructing Mechanical Dog, was held.
"No... don't... don't use the lighter!"
Naien, who was sleeping on the Mechanical Dog, originally immersed in a nightmare, was suddenly awakened by external stimuli, drenched in cold sweat, his pupils trembling incessantly, seeming unable to focus.
"I'll say everything, just don't hit me." Naien caught his breath and retreated to the corner, looking fearfully at the few people who entered the transport carriage.
"Did you... really not take the phone book to smash his chest with a big stone?"
Ansheng asked Wang Qiqi.
"Not that hard." Wang Qiqi put the lunch box at the observation window and complained to Master Fuli:
"No one familiar around him, this kid is as soft as mung bean cake, touch him and he'll drop small pearls."
"Whatever you want to know, just ask him directly; no need to read that confession, it's all written like the character 'hui'..."
Naien's handwritten confession was somewhat like the story of Kong Yiji, with countless ways to write the character "hui".
But the difference is, in the context of foreign languages, the way "hui" is written corresponds to class.
Special terms are [industry knowledge barriers], constructing an invisible wall through specialized language.
People inside the wall can efficiently identify identities and build a sense of group belonging through jargon.
People outside the wall are naturally the lower class.
This broken confession of Naien's, without matching it word by word with an English-Chinese dictionary, one wouldn't know what it's written about.
"......."
Master Fuli twitched the corner of his mouth and really wanted to tell Wang Qiqi: Don't underestimate I, I am not one of those foxes greedy for small benefits, as for English knowledge... I've long returned it to the English teacher!
"That confession, pack it up later, I'll take it home to roast sweet potatoes."
Master Fuli joked, looking at Naien and slowly said: "Two things, first, help arrange for Vimal and the whole family to come out for a duel on the high seas."
"Second, how did she know about me?"
Wang Ya pondered for a moment and helped translate, conveying Master Fuli's words to Naien.
"My mom saw the master's potential; the number of white fox tails can represent strength."
"You beat the Spotted Hyena and defeated Bianchi." Naien spoke timidly, having recovered from last night's bewildered state, revealing Vimal's greedy reasons for wanting Master Fuli.
Besides seeing potential, it's like seeing new releases on a luxury brand's website, Vimal liked it and ordered the subordinate group to reach out to Master Fuli.
Foxes are very cute creatures.
After extracting the bone marrow, still holding it in hand or using it as a prop for a photo.
Of course.
Aside from these, Naien also subtly mentioned Vimal's enthusiasm for knowledge about the opposite sex.
From certain angles, her moral and ethical views may have surpassed what most normal people imagine.
When enthusiasm arose at home, she might wear accessories and directly crush the servants.
For pleasure, Vimal even bought an island to cultivate her specialized slaves.
"What? She really desires my body, wanting to extract all my bone marrow after using me as a household item?"
Master Fuli was stunned upon hearing, although a considerable part of Naien's words were unrecognizable, some words Ansheng understood, rearranging them made Master Fuli furious and slammed the table.
"You!"
"Think of a way to arrange for me to meet Vimal in the high seas, if you can't think of a way, I'll send you to Africa... no, send you to Mortar Brand Shit-Stick Squad!"
If it were just a matter of wanting his body, to Ansheng, Vimal is merely a greedy enemy, though causing discomfort, Ansheng won't feel anger or irritation towards it.
After all... sulking is useless, finding a way to punch her twice would be the proper way.
But now the situation has escalated to a personal insult.
"Hi!" Seeing Master Fuli furious, although Naien didn't understand what Master Fuli said, due to the fear of pain, he quickly agreed to Master Fuli.
"Say thank you!" Master Fuli raised his eyebrow and glared fiercely at Naien.
"Thank you, Master Fuli!" Naien stood upright and responded.
...
"Absolutely vile."
Master Fuli stepped out of the carriage, still grumbling about Vimal: "Damn Vimal, actually remotely humiliating I's virtue and personality."
"Exactly! Disgusting!" Wang Ya also showed an angry expression, echoing Master Fuli's words.
Master Fuli.....
The symbol of blessing for all of Xia Country's furry fans!
A national treasure, a guiding light!
That wretch actually wants to abduct Master Fuli abroad!
"We will supervise Naien, wait until he thinks of a plan or has new ideas, and I'll notify Master Fuli immediately." Wang Qiqi looked at Master Fuli with a hint of sympathy.
A fox less than a year old, encountering a pervert....
Moreover, this pervert is well hidden and extremely capable, making capture difficult.
"By the way!"
Seeing Master Fuli heading to the temporarily built helipad, Wang Qiqi called out to him.
"Hmm?" Ansheng turned back, looking at Wang Qiqi and asked: "Is there anything else?"
"You said you wanted a choir, this morning the Ba Mountain Mosquito has arranged everything for you, take them back with you, keeping them in our camp isn't good for the atmosphere." Wang Qiqi said.
"Choir... choir?" Ansheng was stunned, immediately recalling the eunuchs he saw last night.
Originally well-behaved boys, forcibly crippled by some psychopaths and brainwashed into slaves.
Ansheng couldn't stand such perversion, so he casually said that once the Outer site matters were resolved, they'd all be brought back, sent to the Fuli Temple for a good moral correction.
Unexpectedly, the Ba Mountain Mosquito acted so quickly.
"Alright, it's them, sixty-four people." Wang Qiqi uncovered the Dongfeng vehicle's tarp, revealing the eunuchs on the transport wagon.
A total of sixty-four people, the youngest is eleven, the oldest is sixteen.
Eighteen-year-old eunuchs need to venture into society; landlords do not favor older eunuchs.
"......"
The canvas curtain lifted, sunlight outside shone in, the eunuchs with lumps on their heads, all from the bottom of their hearts revealed fear and trepidation, retreating behind, filling the front of the carriage.
[.......—Deep inside Vinoa, a sense of dread arose, subconsciously retreated, spread wings shielding itself, swallowed hard.]
[Wish Fulfillment:...... (They do not know why they're scared, just the innate survival instinct pushing them backward, making room. The eunuchs have no past, nor future, their existence's sole purpose is to serve the current master)]
A very strange wish suddenly floated onto Master Fuli's wish list.
There's no wish description, nor fulfillment conditions.
Master Fuli jumped onto the tailgate, stood up looking at the eunuchs in the carriage, scratching his head:
"You guys..."
"Forget it, forget it..." Master Fuli originally wanted to ask if any of them were Vimal's family's eunuchs.
But seeing their appearance, Ansheng was too lazy to speak about anything, preparing to send the entire cart to Old Chen's...
No..... Old Chen's place won't do, this cart must go to Grandma Hedgehog's, make them listen to the national anthem, preventing them from ending up mindless all day, thinking only of their master.
Without even having a wish for wishes.