Zhu Wuxin covered her chest with her hand, tearfully shouted, "Hero, please spare me. I didn't see anything just now. And I didn't appear in front of you either. Appearing in front of this Senior is just an illusion, illusion!"
Seeing him unmoved, Zhu Wuxin increased her volume and continued wailing.
"Hero, I really didn't see anything. As the saying goes "Every injustice has a reason, every debt has an owner" [1], you and I don't have any grievance or enmity between us, please just let me go!"
"Oh, really?", the red-haired man stopped to ask, looking interested.
"But why is it I remember you called me "Red-Haired Monster" just now?"
"Who? Which bastard dares to scold you like that, you can tell me, this little one will help you slug him!" Zhu Wuxin stretched her throat muscles and shouted at the top of her lungs. For sure, the owner of this body must be a young Miss lacking discipline when she was still alive.
"Master, look at your hairstyle, so cool and elegant, passionate like fire, this color and luster, this radiance, this... uh…"
Zhu Wuxin thought of boot-licking him. Deep in her heart, she hoped this red-haired dude will consider letting her go on the account she piled layers of flattering to him. Who knows, his hand suddenly shot out to grip her throat once again. A moment ago he was full of smiles, then suddenly became full of intensive killing intent. This hair thin temperament is so unstable, it changed even quicker than the weather.
Zhu Wuxin's small little life is once again caught in his grasp. She thoroughly understood what does it means by powerless. Could it be that this God here is too bored, nothing to do in hand, purposely sent her here to suffer, then send her back to her own world?
The fingers on Zhu Wuxin's neck are getting tighter and tighter, the feeling of suffocation is similar to drowning, all her struggles are just a wasted effort. He seemed very determined to cut off her last breath before letting go. And Zhu Wuxin's consciousness, in his slowly increasing grip, starts to become a little bit fuzzy. However, as she was about to fall into unconsciousness, a white shadow suddenly appeared in front of her. It feels like a fairy just descended from heaven. Abruptly, the bloodthirsty hand was removed away from her.
In front of her, there are only flashes of red and white clashing together. Zhu Wuxin touched her throat and kept coughing, waiting the air to get back into her lungs. The white shadow went up and down, with a long sword in hand, elegantly swinging it. Zhu Wuxin crawled to the nearest body trying to pull off its clothing, but she didn't manage to pull it off. Because the cloth was torn to shreds by her. Out of options, she can only casually wrap it around her body. She can't let herself run around naked in front of the hero. However it is, she is still a virgin.
Zhu Wuxin wanted to take a look at her savior, to see how he looked like. But, every time both men clashed with each other, the savior had his back facing her. Then, in the utter silence inside this inn, there's a pleasant sound in her ears.
Echoing faintly : "Return home."
Just simple two words, it was not sure who it was pertaining to. Zhu Wuxin just felt a sharp pain at the back of her neck, unable to utter anything, her eyes closed and passed out completely.
[1] : An idiom - somewhat means any grievance/problem should settle with the person at fault.