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After Tifa finished speaking, she ignored Bahamut and naturally took Lip's arm, smiling sweetly.
The soft, bouncy 32D breasts immediately engulfed most of the boy's arm, clinging to him like two freshly steamed, black and white, soft and smooth glutinous rice cakes.
"..." For a moment, the young boy Li Pu's entire arm was enveloped in an astonishingly soft substance.
"Let's go, let's go," her rounded buttocks and the peach-like smile line formed by years of exercise, along with the soft flesh of her buttocks and thighs that made up of them—like cream pudding—swayed gently under her white coat as she led the boy away. "I have something to talk to you about outside."
Li Pu found it somewhat amusing to see Tifa's "journey has come to a perfect end."
This woman from Jerusalem is a bit outrageous...
Both female strategists, Black Tifa and Nyotengu, were taken aback when they saw Tifa's series of actions towards the boy.
This is a big-butt, chubby girl... Isn't she good at flirting?
What about before that?
So, you're easily blinded by such a small amount of money, Tifa?
answer me!
Tifa completely ignored Black Tifa's increasingly dramatic expression, and paid no attention to the frenzied celebrations of those around her.
Instead, she pulled Li Pu's arm even tighter into her bosom, making the Yingcheng coupons hidden in her chest rustle.
The mottled marks where coal ash intertwined with her fair skin made her look like a protective cow cat guarding its food.
The boy was forced close to her slightly damp neck, his breath filled with the heat rising from Tifa's skin.
Tifa was determined to leave, but her steps were heavy as iron.
He couldn't leave now, as he hadn't yet obtained the "Remains of the Former Divine Dragon".
He rescued Alice, whose condition was uncertain, completely eliminated the threat of the immortal dragon corpse, and also awakened his own unique destiny.
These three things all depend on this one thing!
Now, let's turn the tide and launch an offensive!
Now it's his turn to persuade Tifa to stay a little longer.
Just as he was about to speak, a cacophony of voices suddenly erupted again inside and outside the workers' shed!
A group of Dongzhou soldiers escorted several Dongzhou officials as they entered.
A government official from Dongzhou, wearing a red-tasseled hat, stood with his hands on his hips on the table, shouting in a bureaucratic tone as if he were a high-ranking official:
"Listen up, you bunch of lackeys—Governor Jin has learned of your discovery of auspicious omens and has bestowed upon you, the mining slaves, the grace to return home in ten days!"
Before the words were even finished, an old woman fainted on the spot, and people around her pinched her philtrum and poured water into her mouth.
A clerk-like man, stroking his goatee, added, "His Excellency, out of consideration for your hard work, has granted you ten days of temple fair to share the joy with the people!"
He deliberately emphasized the word "bestowing" very heavily, and immediately a crowd of people burst into tears, with many shouting that they should write down the master's kindness.
Many young female slaves were laughing hysterically as they combed each other's disheveled hair, as if ten days of revelry could truly wash away years of suffering...
"At that time, an official will personally come to distribute blessings, so that you may all share in the auspicious atmosphere!"
"Alright, you bunch of lackeys, get ready to set up the temple fair!"
The people around the boy were all talking at once, saying they should get some decent scraps of cloth to make new clothes for the temple fair.
But he only felt a tightness in his chest, a stale air stuck in his throat, which he could neither expel nor swallow.
Along the way, he witnessed the suffering of the slave laborers in the mines.
This is the first time I've ever met this group of oppressors.
Even a female demon like Han Zhuli only enjoys the feeling of others fearing her; she has never been seen to directly enslave or oppress anyone.
While Tifa was resting, he also inquired about Han Zhuli's situation underground from the slaves.
Unexpectedly, during her underground operations, this female demon only abused the corrupt officials who were bullying the powerful in Dongzhou. In her words, "It's no fun bullying the weak; it's only fun bullying the strong."
In comparison, the group of Dongzhou officials with their rat-tail braids and bloated bellies truly disgusted him.
They're not even as good as a mother bastard! Shameful!
They sit high on the platform, regarding the people's inherent rights as private favors, constantly calling them "slaves," and forcing these laborers, whose blood and sweat have already been squeezed dry, to build temple fairs and welcome "official carriages"—until the very last moment, they still do not forget to scrape a little more oil from their bones.
As a young successor of socialism who grew up under the red flag, walked in the spring breeze, and received a complete nine-year compulsory education, how could I have ever seen such blatant oppression?
Even the annoying Ruby during the initial janitor assessment had never made him feel this physically nauseous.
"Did you hear that, you little slut!" Tifa suddenly pinched his arm. "Severance pay in ten days! Real silver!" Her eyes were frighteningly bright, her wine-red pupils reflecting a shower of—not tears, but a torrent of silver...
Tifa's sudden excitement jolted Lip back to reality from his surging murderous intent.
He looked down at the girl beside him, who was beaming with joy over a little money, and the anger in his heart suddenly dissipated, leaving only an indescribable, soft helplessness.
Well, it seems my money-grubbing wife is completely beyond saving...
He was shaking his head inwardly when he heard a rustling sound coming from the straw mat next door.
The bewildered little girl nestled in her one-armed mother's arms, tilted her head up, and softly asked:
"Mom, is the temple fair... fun?"
The one-armed woman gently patted her daughter's back with her only remaining hand, her voice carrying a long-lost warmth:
“That’s fun. You were born here and have never seen this before. I heard that a disbanded opera troupe has reunited for this temple fair.”
“They’re going to sing ‘The God Arrives’—The God of Flying Light vanquishes demons and monsters. It’s a fantastic opera. Your dad and I have loved listening to it since we were kids, when we went to temple fairs.”
Li Pu listened quietly to the sound, a slight smile playing on his lips.
This is true.
It was a... good show.
Leave of absence: I'm requesting leave for one day on October 13th.
As the title says, I'm so sorry. Or2 mwah ...
Chapter 200: A "Lovers' Bath" on the Eve of the Temple Fair (Two chapters combined, please vote and subscribe, mwah~)
Wow... Wow...
A misty steam rose from the simple women's bathhouse next to the slave shed, and warm water flowed over Tifa's firm, fair skin.
Through the thin door panel, you could hear the crisp sound of water droplets splashing onto the ground, occasionally mixed with her comfortable sighs.
A shapely, pink gourd-shaped body with a prominent front and back could be vaguely seen standing gracefully in the flowing water, with water droplets rolling down its smooth back and disappearing into the deeper mist.
The next second, her voice suddenly rose, tinged with a hint of embarrassment and alarm:
"Hey, you little pervert—keep your eyes open!"
Tifa's voice came through the damp mist, her tone trying to be tough, but a slight tremor couldn't be hidden, "I...I'm keeping an eye on you!"
Li Pu stood in the same cramped shower stall, helplessly wiping his face—water droplets from Tifa kept splashing onto him.
Tifa, in a sense, became his human showerhead, a symbol of his allure.
However, relying on the invincible buff of "still a child" in Dongzhou, he became the only person of the opposite sex who could enter this women's bathhouse, but he didn't know how lucky he was.
“Can’t we be reasonable?” Li Pu sighed. “You were the one who dragged me in here…”
The young boy couldn't help but shake his head, silently complaining to himself:
They didn't want me to see them, but they still insisted on squeezing me into a cubicle... What kind of logic is that?
To be honest, even if Tifa didn't take it off now and was completely covered up—that iconic white tank top, short skirt, and leggings "classic skin" would be meaningless to him.
There's no way around it, I've already mentally debunked it...
As for the other female slaves in the work shed—it wasn't that he was picky, but after seeing the top-notch "models" in his own "3D zone" that were so perfect they were unreal, the contrast between them and the real-life women who were hardworking, sturdy, and had loud voices was really quite stark.
Watching too much of this can affect your physical and mental health...
Meanwhile, Tifa's cheeks flushed from his words, and she struggled for several seconds before managing a response, her tone clearly one of embarrassment and coquettishness:
"You...you're bothering me so much! Just close your eyes and take your bath!"
She was determined to earn that silver "severance pay" after the celebration, so she gritted her teeth and decided to stay in the mine's workers' shed for a few more days.
After several days, my whole body was covered in sticky coal dust, which I couldn't get rid of no matter how much I patted it off. When I sweated, I felt like I was covered in mud, which was really uncomfortable.
Taking advantage of the fast time flow underground, she simply dragged her little nemesis along, first taking a nice, hot bath, then feeling refreshed and fragrant as she went to collect her reward, and happily returned to the surface.
As for why she brought Li Pu along, it was unavoidable. The flow of time here was too strange, and she had to keep the little devil by her side to feel at ease.
Of course, there was another reason she was unwilling to admit:
With this little devil by my side, even just listening to him mutter to himself, the inexplicable unease in my heart would quietly dissipate, replaced by an indescribable, reassuring warmth.
"..."
"You little rascal, don't move around... I'll wash your hair and scrub your back for you later," she turned to the side, her voice mixed with the sound of water, carrying a hint of gentleness, "but... you have to close your eyes obediently."
"Thank you..." Li Pu drawled, leaning listlessly against the water-soaked partition wall. Time seemed to be stuck in his ankles by something sticky, each second passing slowly and laboriously.
Tifa was "going crazy" wanting to take a shower, which would take a long time, but he couldn't stop his wife now...
I must give him a severe beating when I have the chance in the future.
The sounds of flowing water, the female workers' conversations, and the footsteps of those coming and going rose and fell rhythmically in the outside world, like the tides.
The only one that was in the cubicle where he and Tifa were seemed to have been slowed down by an invisible hand, frozen in a misty, damp silence.
In the female slaves' perception of time, he and Tifa had been bathing for seven days and seven nights.
They even got a new nickname: "the lovely siblings"...
Fortunately, this was the first time the underground slave mine had lifted water restrictions, and Lip and Tifa were just among the oddballs in the revelry.
More and more water droplets appeared on his face. Helplessly, Li Pu raised his hand to wipe his face, his fingertips touching only warm, moist steam.
Most of these fine water droplets fell from Tifa's body, while a few were vapors that drifted from her body and quietly condensed on his skin. Even his current state of being completely soaked was mostly thanks to her.
He could even faintly smell a sweet scent unique to Tifa, mixed with the warm fragrance of her skin, lingering around his nose.
Tifa has become a human-shaped "showerhead" and "soap".
I reckon by the time I'm done showering and go outside, I'll be completely "marinated" in Tifa's body odor from head to toe.
During those long seven days and seven nights of showering, he finally realized that women taking baths could definitely be considered one of the three great time black holes in the universe, alongside women putting on makeup and women shopping.
That small piece of natural soapberry, in Tifa's hands, was transformed into a royal milk petal bath, repeated over and over in numerous steps—the sound of rinsing water alone rang out dozens of times.
In his opinion, which is typical of straight men, ten minutes is the maximum; isn't rinsing it clean enough?
Looking at Tifa now, if you brought all those bottles and jars of body lotion, shower gel, and various unnamed conditioners and essential oils from Chun-Li and the White Queen over here… given the absurdly fast time flow in this underground world…
Tifa is estimated to be able to take her time and leisurely for several years to wash herself.
Suddenly, a pair of soft, boneless hands reached into his hair—it turned out that Tifa had finished washing herself and finally had her hands free to "take care" of him.
"Close your eyes," she said, her voice still damp with moisture, but her tone deliberately fierce, "or I'll scratch you!"
But those ten slender, white fingers gently passed through his hair, kneading it with a light touch.
Li Pu raised an eyebrow.
Well, at least this means that this long bath is finally coming to an end.
He was now only focused on finishing the washing and removing the hair from the "former dragon's remains," and he was really in a hurry.
Meanwhile, the strategists on both sides were also busy.
The voluptuous female tengu was practically crammed into the same small, steamy shower room with the two of them.
"You're almost done washing, and there's no progress at all! Then don't just stand there!" She spoke with a tone of exasperation, as if Li Pu had wasted a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"My sister says the most important thing right now is to run out of here and hide her clothes! Then we can take the opportunity to get her to agree to marry you! Hurry!"
As she spoke, she pointed her illusory finger toward Li Pu's forehead, though she couldn't actually touch him, but her gesture was just as impressive.
Li Pu was speechless, though it wasn't very noticeable because his face was covered in water droplets.
"What kind of ancient strategy guide is this?"
“Older sister,” he sighed helplessly, swallowing the water droplets mixed with Tifa’s scent that trickled into his mouth, “your most urgent task right now is to forget these feudal dregs of a story…”