Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 382 Not Afraid of Death? Come See Me_1

Sophie straightened her body and reached up to remove her hair clip, letting her disheveled hair cascade down in the cold wind as she smiled, beautiful yet eerily seductive.

"You’re right, the Angel Nun does rely on beauty to kill."

She raised her high heel and placed it on Xiao Ming’s thigh, pressing down with a force that was both light and heavy.

"But beauty and ugliness are very subjective concepts, just like I can’t move Mr. Xiao, if it were only about looks, I might have died countless times already!"

Xiao Ming breathed rapidly, his eyes warily watching her, "What... what have you done to me?"

Sophie touched the wound on the back of her neck, her cheek twitching from the pain, and her seductive expression turned to one filled with hatred.

"Does my cigarette smell good?"

Xiao Ming’s eyes widened, "It’s poisoned!"

"I added a very potent Charm Medicine, my own blend. Just half a milliliter is enough to turn a strong adult man into a stud horse that knows only how to arch his back."

Sophie leaned down, her long nails hooking under Xiao Ming’s chin, slowly tracing his throat as she licked her lips and said, "While the effect through smell isn’t as strong, it’s still enough to make me appear as a peerless beauty to you.

Take a good look, do I not seem much more beautiful than before?"

Xiao Ming didn’t respond, but his bloodshot eyes and the incessant bobbing of his Adam’s apple betrayed his current thoughts and desires.

Sophie giggled coquettishly as she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and leaned in a bit closer to give Xiao Ming a clearer view.

"Is it unbearable? Do you want them?

Then tell me, apart from you, who else knows that I am the Angel Nun?"

Xiao Ming’s breathing became heavier, yet his expression remained resolute.

"I’m curious, if you truly love that cripple so deeply, how can you seduce other men so nonchalantly?"

Sophie flew into a rage, grabbing his throat with more force. Her face no longer had a trace of seductiveness, only a furious and hateful grimace. freewёbnoνel.com

"You... How dare you describe him with the lowly word ’cripple’? I’ll flay you alive!"

Xiao Ming blinked, showing disappointment.

The next second, Sophie flew backwards three or four meters, slamming into a pipe with a loud clang.

Sighing, Xiao Ming stood up and dusted off his pants, saying, "I thought you had seen the real Saint. It turns out, the one you fell head over heels for is still that fake.

What a waste of my time and emotions."

Sophie took a heavy kick; every breath was agonizing, as if her ribs were broken. But she could not care less, her puzzled and bewildered eyes asking, "Why... why?"

Xiao Ming took out a pack of chewing gum from his pocket and shook it, "If I could recognize you as the Angel Nun at a glance, how could I not be aware of your customary method of poisoning through cigarettes?

And when it comes to using poison and curing poison, a hundred of you could not compare to the treasure in my home.

Go back and tell that cripple that I know he is just a stand-in for the Saint. If he’s not afraid of dying, then come and see me!"

Having said this, Xiao Ming turned and left, leaving Sophie sitting there, stunned.

At the doorway to the rooftop, Qingfeng stood waiting, and as Xiao Ming approached, he said, "Uncle, wasn’t this a bit too risky?"

"Do you remember An Kefang asking why these things have become my daily routine?"

Patting his shoulder, Xiao Ming walked downstairs.

Human inertia is very powerful.

Once your perception of certain things has formed a memory in your brain, it becomes like programming, and when you encounter the same kind of things again, that perception in your memory is the brain’s most immediate first reaction.

It belongs to the realm of the subconscious and cannot be changed unless you are confined within a space with full-directional restrictive measures.

In his past life, the death of Jiang Xue turned Xiao Ming into a ship without an anchor, a kite without a string, which should have led him to self-destruction.

In fact, that’s what he did. From his months-long heart-wrenching hate followed by tracking Cao Bangxi to the final act of his hands, as evidenced by the torture that lasted three days and nights.

That was not something a mentally sound person would do.

At that time, he could not be called human anymore.

Fortunately, he met Bai Yiran in prison.

The old man’s strength, wisdom, intelligence, and unrestrained nature deeply affected him. Even though it didn’t reconstruct his soul, it did help him understand one thing.

And that was: living doesn’t need any damn meaning.

Living is just living, without conditions.

So, the ordinary and average Xiao Ming of the past died, and the world was left with a Xiao Ming who did as he pleased.

With the fervent hope of Bai Yiran as his cornerstone and the mindset of participating in a game, he would do whatever he thought of, unscrupulously, to the extremes, not overly delighted by success nor discouraged by failure.

He could be all tenderness towards women at night and cold as ice when the sun rose.

One moment he could be toasting with warlords, wishing for mutual wins, and the next causing insurrections and rivers of blood.

In the morning, he might be in luxurious palaces discussing art with nobility and royalty, and in the afternoon, he could be drunk senseless, not minding even if thrown into a pigsty to sleep off the alcohol.

Ultimate depravity, ultimate freedom.

Ultimate danger, ultimate thrill.

Ultimate emptiness, yet ultimate joy.

Unfortunately, this too formed an ultimate and enormous inertia.