Chapter 1047
Chapter 1047 - 1333: Deadlock
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In the small bathroom, fresh water kept falling from the shower head.
Lu Ping’an bathed beneath it, rinsing off the blood and sweat from his body.
He didn’t have a compulsion for cleanliness, but still, after every killing, as long as conditions allowed, he would find a place to wash himself....
"Xiao Mu, don’t you want to join in for a bath?"
Outside the open bathroom door, there was another mud-covered child who needed a bath.
The little one actually won as well, and quite effortlessly.... But facing a desperate Fighter, being unwounded and without any bloodstain was not very realistic.
The wounds weren’t severe; Lu Ping’an had already bandaged them up.
But it was a bit troublesome for someone with an arm injury to wash alone; in Lu Ping’an’s view, it was better to simply wash together.
"No thanks, old per..... Brother Lu, Grandpa Mu said that a girl should bathe by herself."
"Tsk, calling yourself a girl at eight years old.... Alright then, let’s keep it simple. Kid, wrap yourself in a towel and come here, I’ll help you wash your hair."
"...I really don’t need to."
"Why are you being polite with me?"
Watching the little girl defy orders, Lu Ping’an wrapped a towel around himself and dashed out soaking wet.
He picked up the struggling girl and sniffed... Ugh, none of that fragrance from the novels, but sweat and the smell of blood were certainly there.
".....You’re stinky yet you refuse to bathe. Don’t worry, I’m very good at washing."
Saying so, he carried the little one in without any regard, and then gave her a vigorous scrub.
Don’t get the wrong idea, he had no interest in the little one, who couldn’t tell left from right, he was only intent on washing her hair, but even so, he met with strong resistance.
A punch landed on his face, and it hurt.....
"Stop messing around. Two-headed Snake....."
But when Lu Ping’an revealed his "tentacles", the little one surrounded by them instantly calmed down.
This time, Lu Ping’an managed to wash her hair and quickly wiped the parts that could be washed, then left himself... leaving the little one blushing, to wash the remaining parts herself.
After nearly half an hour, when the little one emerged dragging her feet, she was still all red.... but looking at Lu Ping’an yawning and reading on the bed, Xiao Mu inexplicably felt angry and annoyed.
"Don’t you care at all..."
Care? What are you talking about? Lu Ping’an touched the back of his head, clueless.
The little one paused, then squeezed out a question.
"Eve..... Eve’s daytime challenge to you, do you really not care?"
"Heh, as if we wouldn’t fight if she didn’t challenge me. We would still duke it out if we met at the festival, right? There’s no difference."
Lu Ping’an stroked his chin, looking completely indifferent.
As for whether he truly didn’t care, that was another matter.
With that, he stood up and picked up the little one, checking...
"Hmm, smells nice and clean..."
A sniff made the little girl go crazy again... but it was still meaningless, as Lu Ping’an just checked her armpits and neck, the areas which were hard to wash, ensuring that she indeed had good upbringing and rigorous training, being able to wash herself thoroughly, then he put her down.
".... As for Eve, let’s take it one step at a time."
For now, that seemed to be the only thing to do.
The only consolation was that "Eve" was truly only ’ten years old’, so her strength wouldn’t be overly exaggerated, at least, there wouldn’t be the crushing pressure of a Rule-level opponent.
"Eve isn’t Rule-level, right?"
".....No, but they all are naturally equipped with ’rules’, of course, not like the real Rule-level ones, you could consider them as freely usable Rule-level Props, very dangerous..."
If it really came down to it, all Lu Ping’an could do was to prepare for battle seriously.
"... Brother Lu?"
The sullen little girl suddenly came up close, her face full of hope and unease.
"You... If you win, will you kill Little Eve?"
Opening his mouth, faced with those innocent eyes, Lu Ping’an didn’t know how to respond.
Always, he had been "indifferent to justifications," meaning that as long as someone wanted to kill him, regardless of their seemingly honorable reasons or if they were weak, sick, or disabled, he would show no mercy.
"Kid, adult matters are none of your business."
Ultimately, it seemed that was all he could say in response.
It appeared he hadn’t figured it out either.
"....." The initially indignant little girl eventually nodded her head and said no more.
No matter how, she couldn’t bring herself to say the words, "Don’t kill her, even if she wants to kill you."
And with such an episode, Lu Ping’an’s mood deteriorated further....
"Big Cat....."
This time, his query remained unanswered.
It seemed Big Cat’s dilemma was even more absurd.
While Lu Ping’an was caught in a delicate deadlock, under the same moonlit night, someone else was restless.
She gazed at the bright moon outside the window, its light spilling onto her silky golden hair; in the pure eyes of the young girl, inevitably, complex emotions that were too much for her arose.
She remembered the joyful times dragging that big boy around everywhere to play.
She liked to see his reluctant face, sighing with no choice but to follow her.
She remembered the fun nights when she and Little Girl rummaged through his room, devoured all his snacks, and then forced him to go out and buy more.
Both bouncing on the bed and creating vibrations, it was also a fun way of getting back at the bed’s owner for not buying sweets.
She remembered the man... when he would occasionally look at her silently, in his calm and listless gaze, there was a strangeness and even fear-inducing sincerity.
How long had it been since someone looked at her like that...
"Heh, never, right...."
She spread out her arms, trying to grasp the moonlight that surged into her room, yet she caught nothing.
After all, she also remembered that woman, that bastard, that Sect Leader who was not at all a "mother"...
"Hmph, you’re progressing so slowly, come here, train with me. Without the ability to protect yourself, how can you survive?"
That cruel and indifferent woman never disguised her sinister motives, yet she never neglected her sisters’ studies.
While grumbling, she pushed her sisters to work hard, but she could also see and remember each sister’s smallest progress.
She remembered again....
"....Mother’s Day? I’m not your mother; at best, I’m just a sister by blood.... Amusement park? We don’t need such weakness..."
Half an hour later.....
"....I’m going to XX mountain to collect specimens; do you want to come with me? It seems to be in full bloom right now...."
The woman was never a good mother nor a good family member.
But she certainly always paid attention to them, remembered them....
She was strict, a bastard, selfish, ruthless, but occasionally, just occasionally...
"....Sometimes, Mum would smile at us..."
Under the moonlight, a drop of water fell unnoticed.
She had originally not believed that the person could truly be dead... but now, the reality was in front of her....
"...I, I, what should I do....Who’s there!"
And suddenly, the disturbed girl became furious.
With one grab, the whole steel wall shot up into the sky.
And a young voice responded to her.
"Hey, girl... uh, Bishop, we are not your enemies."
The speaker was a man dressed like a cowboy, and behind him stood a priest with a more imposing presence.
"Isn’t there an Eastern saying that the enemy of my enemy is my friend? The man you’ve sworn to kill is our prey; perhaps we can become very good friends...."
— End of Chapter 1047 —