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Scumbag Specialist
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"exquisiteSister, do you think I've truly loved the wrong person?" Looking at her teary-eyed look, I couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache, but still nodded firmly.
And so, on this night that should have been filled with the moon rising above the willow branches and people making appointments after dusk, I silently endured the baptism of three million liters of tears from my junior sister in the Five Poisons sect, which surged like a tide. At the same time, I didn't forget to find time to complete a new letter.
Ah, it's never easy to make a name for yourself in the world.
As time passed second by second, it wasn't until dawn that I gently tucked in the exhausted little junior sister and quietly left the room.
Looking at the morning light outside, I sighed deeply: "Sister, why do you have to do this again? Love is so painful and helpless..."
The snow-white messenger pigeon, Ah Bai, landed on my shoulder. I tied the letter to its foot and gently patted its head.
It seems that Abai felt my encouragement and flew away flapping its wings. Watching Abai's gradually disappearing figure, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, my heart was filled with anticipation and nervousness.
Because I know that this letter will cause a sensation—tomorrow's Jianghu Gossip will definitely have the headline "Scumbag No. 49: Wudang Wang Zhizheng cheats on the brothel courtesan, leaving his lover alone on Mid-Autumn Night."
I smiled slightly at the corner of my mouth, imagining everyone's reaction to this news tomorrow.
Just as I was about to take a step down the mountain, I suddenly saw a figure blocking the way ahead. I looked closely and saw a man standing there, dressed in a loose robe with a fluttering sash, his handsome face and elegant demeanor making him look like a celestial being descended to earth.
He looked at me quietly, with a hint of concern in his eyes, and softly said, "Miss, the morning dew is cold. Put on an extra layer of clothing." As he spoke, he reached out with a neatly folded light purple cloak in his hand.
I was secretly shocked, as he was able to appear in front of me so silently and block my path. His lightness skill must have reached the peak.
I looked at him vigilantly, wondering who he really was. Why did he stop me in my tracks? Could it be that he also came for the letter?
This handsome man in front of me is the epitome of a Mr.! So elegant and noble, if you ignore the mischievous smile at the corner of his mouth... I saw him approaching me step by step, with an inscrutable gleam in his eyes.
When he approached, he gently shook his cloak, moving gracefully as if performing a magnificent dance, and then made a gesture as if to drape the cloak over me.
But before he could do so, I quickly reached out my right hand and spoke up, saying, "Sir, please wait! this girl does not feel cold. Thank you for your kindness."
"Goodbye for now, may we meet again in the future!" With those words, I gathered my True Qi and swiftly dashed away like lightning.
With a light step, I displayed my proudest lightness skill, running for over ten miles in one breath. Only when I was sure no one was chasing me did I stop and catch my breath heavily.
However, just as I let out a sigh of relief, a water bag suddenly appeared in front of me. "I think you might need this," a deep and magnetic voice entered my ears.
I raised my head in astonishment and looked at the man standing in front of me, and my heart couldn't help but skip a beat - he... he... he had quietly caught up with me without me noticing!
"Young man, do we know each other?" I rub my hands nervously, staring at the nonchalant man in front of me, secretly thinking to myself, "This person is so strange, why do I have no impression of him at all? Could it be someone I've offended in the past? No way..."
Just as I was thinking, I heard the man speak again, "Have you forgotten me so quickly?" There was a hint of sorrow in his voice, making me shiver involuntarily.
"Um... I'm sorry, may I ask who you are?" I asked cautiously, while quickly searching my memory for any recollection of this name, but to no avail.
Seeing my reaction, the man seemed somewhat disappointed, let out a soft sigh, and said, "It seems you really have forgotten me... Well, perhaps I was being too presumptuous." With that, he turned and was about to leave.
I was a little unnerved by his words and quickly stopped him, saying, "Wait! Um... even though I don't remember who you are, you still have to tell me why you're looking for me, right?"
The man stopped in his tracks, turned to look at me, and a hint of complex emotion flashed in his eyes as he slowly said, "Do you still remember the agreement we made under the Peach blossom tree all those years ago?"
"Agreement?" I looked puzzled, "I really don't remember..."
You see, women like me are rarely approached by anyone.
After all, my reputation precedes me - any man associated with me is considered a scumbag and faces the scorn of others. So, most men avoid me when they see me.
Sigh! Actually, I didn't mean to have such bad relationships with people!
However, most men in this world are unfaithful, making it difficult for me to trust them easily. Whenever I think of this, I can't help but feel a little melancholic.
In today's society, various schools of thought are contending with each other, making it difficult to find a way out in such an environment.
In those days, I was just a small intelligence officer collecting gossip from all over the place.
However, adhering to the principle of "wherever I am, I will shine," after a lot of hard work, I finally became a special columnist for Rivers and Lakes Gossip Monthly, and all of this is thanks to the uneasy love story of the Emei disciple tormented by a scumbag that I heard about in the beginning.
At that time, when I heard about this, I was burning with anger and wrote a scathing note denouncing the scumbag. Unexpectedly, this note sold extremely well, and I was praised by the people as the "Player Detector".
The man in front of me looked at me for a long time without making any response, so I put away the water bag that I had originally taken out to hand to him, and then casually said, "Remember, I am your number thirty-nine!" His tone sounded very casual, but it seemed to hide some deeper meaning.
After saying this sentence, he turned around and left, leaving me alone in deep thought...
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