Chapter 1390: A small inn on the border
The cold sword light reflected on the faces of everyone present.
It was so fast that no one could even see how Yuan Shang drew his sword, and the Fuso servant was already covering his hands and wailing.
On the ground around him, there were bloodstains and three fingers.
Shi Li: ...
Who was it that said he was worried?
She quickly took out a handkerchief and covered her nose with it, frowned and looked at the howling man with disgust, then glared at Yuan Shang.
"Can you please not do such dirty things? What if it splashes on my skirt?"
Yuan Shang paused as he was about to sheath his sword, glanced at her speechlessly, and refrained from saying anything back.
The other Fuso people who reacted were immediately furious and drew their swords to rush over, but were stopped by their leader.
He spoke in a deep voice to the servant with the broken finger in Japanese. The servant immediately fell silent, covered his hand and stepped back, looking at Yuan Shang with hatred.
But the leader didn't seem angry at all. He took a step forward and bowed deeply to Shi Li.
He uttered unskilled words, "I'm sorry... it was my servant who was so reckless..."
"Everyone who comes to my inn is a guest, and we will treat them well. But guests also have their own rules, and we can't mess up the etiquette. If it happens again, I'm afraid it won't be just my fingers that get cut off."
Shi Li tilted his head and did not save the Fuso leader's face just because he was polite. Instead, he spoke sharply and mercilessly.
Ever since she learned that Xuanyuan Lin's parents and so many people died at the hands of the Fuso tribe, she has been filled with hatred for this barbaric tribe.
The Fuso leader suddenly raised his head and looked at her, his narrow eyes filled with deep anger.
The two confronted each other, but Shi Li was not at all flustered. She even smiled at him, took out her purse and started to eat the melon seeds inside, spitting out the melon seed shells directly at her feet.
The Fusang leader was so angry that he gasped and veins popped out on his forehead. But when he saw Yuan Shang standing next to him and thought about his quick sword just now, he could only swallow his anger.
"Well, since you have entered my inn, you should abide by my rules. I cannot tolerate guests who cause trouble in my inn."
Shi Li held the melon seeds in her hand and smiled sweetly. She turned around and saw Zhou Heng standing among Zhou Lingyu's group with a serious face. She glared at him with disgust.
"Ah Heng, don't you see the dirt on the ground? Are the two holes under your beautiful face for breathing?"
Zhou Heng, the innocent victim: ...
Without waiting for his answer, Shi Li turned back to the Fuso people and said, "Don't get me wrong. I was talking about the melon seed shells that I spit out, not other things."
She even raised her eyebrows and glanced at the severed finger on the ground before walking away.
Only the angry Japanese people were left.
After a moment's silence, Zhou Heng reacted. He seemed to have really lost his memory and completely forgotten his identity as a prince. He picked up the broom in the corner and walked over to sweep the floor with ease.
While sweeping, he said, "Tsk... it's so dirty."
Zhou Lingyu was standing nearby, and for the first time he did not secretly laugh at his powerful rival, the Emperor's uncle.
The reason is simple. In front of the Fuso tribe, they are all one. What Shi Li did just now was really satisfying.
"vomit--"
Shi Li, who had just shown off in front of everyone, was now squatting in a secluded corner vomiting violently, holding a tree trunk with one hand, bending over and retching.
"Madam Boss...what's wrong with you?" Yuan Shang looked at her with eyes full of suspicion.
He was trained as a killer since he was a child, so naturally he didn't understand the reaction of ordinary people after seeing fingers flying and falling in front of them. He even wondered, um...is Shi Li pregnant?
After finally stopping feeling nauseous, Shi Li raised her head, her face pale, and looked at Yuan Shang with resentment.
"Before you use your sword next time, can you let me be mentally prepared? What if I lose control and vomit in front of others? Where will I put my face?"
Yuan Shang finally realized what was wrong with her. The corners of his mouth twitched inertialy, "I thought you were used to it..."
"Get used to it! My brother never lets me see such bloody scenes!"
Shi Li retorted, rinsed her mouth with the cup of water beside her, and let out a long sigh.
"Those Fuso people deserve to die..."
In the distance, a man in a cloak and a hat was sitting on a horse.
A man and a horse were getting closer and closer to the desert.
Gradually, I came into sight of a small inn standing beside the desert, and my horse's pace inexplicably quickened.