Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 39: The Worst Death: Death in the Light
"Hey, President? Where have you been these days? I'm so... uh, so... happy to see you." I said with a forced smile, "Hi, Xian Ge, Yan Zhen, long time no see. Hey, nanny, you're here too? This is not a place for people of your level to come, you better be careful."
The ambiguous elf duo of sharpshooter Xian Ge Yayi and beast tamer Yan Zhen walked with Fei Yin, and our president's personal follower - the thirty-three-level cow druid Candlelight's Wet Nurse followed closely behind them, just like all the long-horned bumpkins who had just left the desolate and ignorant grassland tauren tribe, blinking their curious big eyes and looking at everything around them.
"I went out for a trip a few days ago, so I wasn't online..." Feiyin explained to me - she obviously didn't see that I didn't really want to know where she went. In fact, sometimes I would rather never know - she came close to me and looked me up and down, then frowned slightly: "It's been so long since we last met, why don't you change into new equipment?"
"Don't mention it. I've been really unlucky lately. The missions I've been assigned are all hard work like saving the world. There's no money to be made. The rewards aren't even enough to repair my equipment. A few days ago, I..."
"Alright, alright, you're all like this, crying poor the moment you see me. The guild has sufficient liquidity recently, so we're not in a hurry to collect debts from you!" I was just about to recount my recent experiences when the wealthy guild leader waved his hand impatiently and interrupted my statement.
I find that many times, when you tell lies, others will inevitably take them seriously, and when you tell the truth seriously, they are always regarded as hypocritical lies by others. This series of misunderstandings and being misunderstood often makes our lives unpredictable and helpless.
Anyway, even if it was a misunderstanding, it would be a good thing if it could make Feiyin give up her covetousness of my poor money. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What are you doing here? Is there anything I can help with?"
Xiange Yayi shrugged his shoulders and said to me apologetically: "Originally, I had a mission to complete here, but we just made an appointment with Chang Sanjiao and Foxiao, and the team is full, so we can't bring you along..."
"That's great... ahem... I mean, it's such a pity." I was relieved to know that I didn't have to risk being skinned and sucked to fight alongside our beloved president. I almost said the wrong thing. Feiyin looked at me suspiciously. I looked up at the sky at a pure 45-degree angle and let the gentle breeze blow my cheeks red.
"Hey, Foxiao, you really can't stand being talked about. We just mentioned you." Suddenly, Xian Ge Yayi raised his arm and waved behind me. Following his gaze, Foxiao, a human swordsman with scars on his face and a knife in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, appeared in our sight.
Foxiao found us in the crowd and walked over quickly. "Everyone is here. Am I late? Sorry, sorry. I just finished a mission and was delayed on the way to repair my equipment."
"It's not too late. You guys haven't come yet for an appointment..." I explained to him, "...I have an urgent mission and can't join you."
"Phew, that's good. I feel relieved that nothing has been delayed." The swordsman in white nodded in response.
"Oh, by the way, Buddha's smile..." Feiyin seemed to suddenly remember something when she said this. She came over and asked in a low voice curiously, "I heard that your follower invited you to eat Australian dragon a few days ago? How was it?" As he spoke, our president licked his lips and looked with ill intent at the Tauren Druid who was standing not far away and staring at the tall buildings in a daze. It was as if he was looking at a steaming whole-beef feast.
"Yes, yes, what happened?" Xian Ge Ya Yi, Yan Zhen and I all asked in unison. Don't forget, when Fo Xiao was trying to snatch a piece of tattered equipment for his monk follower "I am your father", the three of us were by his side at all costs. Of course, we have every reason to care about this matter, especially me - strictly speaking, it was me who came forward and fought with the guild master of the Hammer of Punishment Knights, who was obsessed with his dream of dueling all his life, and earned him this free dinner - although this dinner where the master and the servant enjoyed themselves took place in a distant alien time and space - but I am still very interested in it.
"This..." Foxiao's expression suddenly became strange. His eyebrows were drawn into an "eight" shape, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, giving people the feeling that he was an unlucky guy who had just bitten a big mouthful of unripe lemon fruit, so sour that his gums were cramping, but out of courtesy he could neither spit it out immediately nor swallow it whole, so he could only hold it in his mouth in an awkward dilemma.
"This... is just a meal, just an ordinary meal... hehe..." Foxiao covered it up with a fake smile.
"It's just an ordinary meal..." Feiyin screamed like a cat whose tail was stepped on. She probably realized that her reaction was a bit excessive, and looked around shyly - of course, the most important thing was to steal a glance at the wet nurse in the candlelight not far away, and found that this big-mouthed cow who had never seen the world was lying there with drooling and looking at the high-end equipment on the passers-by with envy, and she didn't pay any attention to our conversation at all, so she felt relieved.
"...You are too greedy, that's a meal of Australian dragons! Australian dragons!!!" Fei Yin grabbed Fo Xiao's collar and said in a low voice with gritted teeth, "Even I only wanted to give this silly girl a hot pot meal, but you are taking advantage of it and you're...still...still paying for 'just' an ordinary meal?!"
We know that there is no shortage of people with a spirit of self-deprecation and irony in this world, such as the president standing in front of us. How can she confidently and shamelessly accuse others of being "greedy"? So we can understand that the world is full of absurd black humor.
Although I have no idea how expensive the "Aolong" they are talking about is, I am sure that Fu Xiao has obviously taken advantage of a huge bargain, otherwise the president would not have behaved so inappropriately - this is obviously due to intense jealousy - I don't know if it is an illusion, but there seems to be a hint of excitement and fierce red light in the president's watery blue eyes. I can't guarantee that she doesn't have the desire to skin and feather this white-clothed swordsman in front of her who has taken advantage of her that she couldn't, and eat him alive.
Could it be that the deadly undead poison in Wagner has already spread to Feiyin? I was secretly on guard.
"Really... there's really nothing to say..." Fu Xiao leaned back awkwardly. Surprisingly, when facing our president's cannibalistic gaze, he didn't feel afraid at all. Instead, he just looked a little... embarrassed?
"Feiyin, stop making trouble, the Yangtze River Delta is coming!" At this moment, the elf tamer Yan Zhen, holding a huge musket, interrupted Feiyin's questioning and pointed to a place not far ahead.
In front of us, a soft wave of flesh was squeezing through the crowded crowd and slowly and joyfully rushing towards us. Even without looking at the name, we knew that this huge humanoid creature made up of many spheres was the half-orc fat thief we were familiar with - Yangtze River Delta.
"Huh? It seems like there's someone with him." I vaguely saw a figure hanging behind him, following him slowly, and occasionally saying a few words to him.
While we were still watching, Xian Ge Yayi had already seen the man's name clearly: "He brought me, your father. Foxiao, your little follower is here." It seems that Xian Ge Yayi, the half-blind man, has better eyesight than any of us after putting on glasses.
Feiyin immediately waved her hands and shouted excitedly: "I am your father, your boss is also here with us, come over and pay your respects!"
It must be said that the name of this unprepossessing bearded human monk was too provocative. As soon as Feiyin finished shouting, she immediately attracted the angry glares of people on the street. Fortunately, she quickly noticed this situation, and hurriedly lowered her head, put her index fingers together in a small manner, showing an innocent expression like the rising sun, and whispered pitifully: "I was shouting my friend's name, a name..."
She was busy putting on an innocent look of being wronged and frightened, successfully extinguishing the anger that was pouring out of the crowd towards her. But because of this, she did not notice that Foxiao beside her had turned pale, sweating profusely, and tremblingly cursed inwardly: "What bad luck, why is he here too, why is he here too..."
Hearing Feiyin's shout, the wretched bearded monk immediately became alert. He immediately dropped his long triangle, pushed through the crowd, and ran towards us at high speed: "Where are you, where are you..."
This pair of servant and master was obviously well-known in the guild. Even the nanny in the candlelight, the personal attendant of the guild master, had heard of them—or should we say, they felt sorry for each other. She pointed in the direction where Foxiao was standing and said jokingly, "Look, there it is. Go over and pay your respects."
The bearded follower walked quickly towards Foxiao, and we were expecting to witness a storm of flattery.
"...You fucking rascal, you didn't study hard and sneaked out to play games, and you still want to run away... Where are you going to run? Let me teach you a lesson..."
"Pah!" With a crisp sound, the monk's big palm slapped the white-robed swordsman's forehead heavily, just like hitting our cheeks...
The autumn cicadas chirped, and we were all stunned at the same time.
Revolution, riot, things change over time, where there is oppression there is resistance, the world is ours and yours, serfs become masters, Internationale will surely be realized, the human rights situation in the Falvi continent is better than ever before... All of a sudden, countless chaotic words that are related to the situation in front of me, irrelevant to it, that I understand or don’t understand, that I can use or can’t use, flooded into my mind, and I didn’t know which one to use to describe the huge changes that are taking place before my eyes.
"It's going to change..." I sighed and said, Feiyin seemed to hear something behind my words and immediately glared at me warily. I immediately straightened my back and looked resolute and unyielding, as if I was closely united with the guild leadership led by Miss Feiyin and had no second thoughts.
Facing the strong beating from I am your father, Foxiao did not seem to have any intention of resisting. He lowered his head to his chest, hunched over, and cowardly held his head tightly with both hands, allowing his body to be shaken by the beating from his former lackey. Even though he lost more than ten points of life, he did not dare to draw his sword to fight against this low-level monk who was twenty levels lower than him.
"Oh, what's going on? What's the conflict? Just talk it out. Don't you usually play together well? Look at you two little brothers..." The heavily made-up minotaur sister's nanny in the candlelight probably couldn't stand it anymore, so she stepped out to mediate.
She didn't expect, and neither did we, that her persuasion was like pouring a bucket of boiling oil into the fire, igniting even more angry flames.
“Two little brothers?” The bearded monk was stunned at first, and then he was furious. He bent his fingers and hit Foxiao’s forehead hard, making a crisp “bang” sound, and knocked off another eight points of his life. Then he cursed more mercilessly, “Two damn little brothers…”
"Hey, it's not right for you to say that..." As the guild leader, when the internal conflicts among the guild members intensified to a certain extent, Fei Yin had to step in to mediate, "...Just put forward any problems and talk them out clearly. Even if he is wrong, don't scold him. We are all brothers..."
At this time, the victim of the internal conflict finally couldn't help but speak. Fo Xiao, the unlucky guy whose head was swollen almost as big as the minotaur, wailed weakly like a bullied little animal.
“…Dad, Dad, I was wrong, I was wrong, isn’t that enough… Stop hitting me… Ouch… Please forgive me…”
…
Feiyin still opened her mouth, but swallowed all the words back into her stomach, along with her responsibilities as the guild leader. She was completely stunned on the spot, completely silent and motionless.
It wasn't just her, it was the same for us. Me, the Yangtze River Delta, the elegant music, the wild geese, the nanny in the candlelight... We were all like that. I felt like I was petrified, not just my tongue and body, but even my mind was frozen. Only my eyes were still functioning, watching this domestic violence that was natural but made people feel awkward no matter how they looked at it.
"Dad"? This sudden name was like a brick that hit each of us in the face, making us all confused and almost shocked on the spot. In my opinion, their confusion seemed to be just accidental, but for me, this extremely unexpected thing also contained a huge confusion that I could not solve:
How could a father and son not know each other? How did they suddenly know each other? It seemed that something unpleasant had happened between them, but what was it?
This is probably another question that only those involved in the air can answer, right? I guess. Although I have no basis for this, I believe that this question is closely related to the "Aolong" we just mentioned.
"Uh..." Feiyin opened her eyes wide and looked at her father who was punishing her in front of her.
"I paid for you to go to cram school!", "Bang!", "You let your little bastard skip school!", "Bang", "You even fooled your mom into saying there's extra class today!", "Bang", "You sneaked out to play games!", "Bang"...
After each sentence of "I am your father", he would hit Foxiao's head hard with the joint of his bent middle finger, making a heartbreaking "bang bang" sound, accompanied by Foxiao's crying, which was unbearable to hear.
Xiange Yayi looked at her son with pity, as he was grabbed by the collar and could not escape and could only hold his head and howl. She touched her forehead casually and subconsciously shrank her neck, as if she recalled some unpleasant memories.
"He died in the light..." He sighed softly, "...This is the most miserable death I have ever seen..."
Over there, the heartwarming conversation between father and son continued:
"...I'll teach you a lesson!", "Bang", "I'll teach you a lesson!", "Bang!", "I'll teach you to hang out with a bunch of bad friends!", "Bang!"...
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Chang Sanjiao's face, and then he quickly cast his eyes towards Xian Ge Yayi; Xian Ge Yayi glanced at Yan Zhen beside him; Yan Zhen avoided the sharpshooter's gaze that penetrated the glass lens and looked at Fei Yin eagerly; Fei Yin looked at the wet nurse in the candlelight without any fear; the poor minotaur sister soon found that she was unable to bear the condemning gaze that came to her after so many twists and turns, and then found me, who was even more pitiful.
What was even more pitiful was that I had nowhere to hide, and then they all looked at me at the same time.
I felt wronged: How could you call a righteous young man who has been busy saving the world every day for a week a "bad friend"?
I am your father seemed to realize that his words were appropriate at this time, and he immediately vindicated us: "That... President..." He touched his head and looked at Feiyin a little embarrassedly, "... Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about you..." Then he turned his head away viciously in an instant and continued his father's family education.
"…Have you made it?", "Bang!", "You've grown your wings!", "Bang!", "You can help others!", "Bang!", "You're a gangster boss!", "Bang!", "You've got fucking followers!", "Bang!"…
"I didn't...it was you who insisted on chasing me and calling me big brother..." Foxiao struggled to refute. I can prove this for him.
"How dare you talk back!", "Bang!", "Oh my..."
Uh... I still don't want to prove it for him...
“…The most infuriating thing is, if you want to treat me to a meal, then you have to treat me to a meal, but you actually have to bring… ‘sister-in-law’?!”,”Bang!”,”More than one!”,”Bang!”,”And you brought three at once!”,”Bang!”,”Back then, your mom and I were almost thirty and we didn’t dare to hold hands on the street!”,”Bang!”,”Eh…Why am I telling you this is useless!”,”Bang!”,”Don’t you learn from your age?”,”Bang!”,”You’re just messing around!”,”Bang!”,”Who are those girls?”,”Bang!”,”What class are they from?”,”Bang!”,”What are their names?”,”Bang!”,”I’ll call your teacher!”,”Bang!”…
"Three, kids nowadays are really amazing. Wow..." Yangtze River Delta was fascinated and full of praise.
"What's that? It's not even close. Back then I... eh ah..." Xiange Yayi was halfway through his words when he suddenly let out a cry like a castrated donkey, startling us. Turning around, Yan Zhen had a warm smile on his face and gently stroked the inside of his upper arm.
"How were you back then?" the elf tamer asked tenderly.
“…Back then, I turned a deaf ear to the world outside the window and focused on reading the books of sages…” Xian Ge Ya Yi answered with tears in her eyes.
"I'd be foolish to believe you..." Yan Zhen seemed to be smiling and angry.
Xian Ge Ya Yi shuddered.
"...boy...oh no...brother...that...uncle..." Seeing that our guild was about to lose a young and promising man who fought against the invasion of the Doomsday Empire, and gain a concussion patient who was a victim of domestic violence, Feiyin felt that it was a bit too much to let all this happen in front of her. She wanted to persuade him, but she stopped talking as soon as she opened her mouth - she didn't know what title to use to address the low-level member of the guild in front of her - this kind of embarrassment made our president more embarrassed than ever before.
"Brother, stop fighting. Give the child some face in front of so many people..." The deadlock was broken by the nanny in the candlelight, a tauren druid who was at the bottom of the guild like me, your father.
"...Calm down, children this age are so playful, they will be sensible when they grow up. When our girl was in school, she was also crazy and made me worry a lot. Now she has grown up..." At this point, the kind Minotaur elder sister suddenly sighed deeply, "...Hey...but she is still crazy and stays away from home all day..."
These words probably touched the bearded monk's heart. He was stunned for a moment, then kicked Foxiao on the butt: "Go, since your auntie has pleaded for you, I will spare your life today."
Then I was your father and the nanny in the candlelight, talking happily and having a lot in common. Foxiao took the opportunity to roll and crawl behind us.
"Is he really your father?" asked Chang Sanjiao.
Buddha laughed so hard that his head almost broke.
"No wonder he's so bad at playing. He's middle-aged and elderly. I was almost exhausted just carrying him all the way..." Chang Sanjiao suddenly realized and asked curiously:
"You didn't recognize his voice for so long?"
"If your father suddenly calls you "boss" in a humbly voice and flatters you in a disgusting way, you won't be able to recognize his voice." Foxiao said unhappily.
"That's true..." Chang Sanjiao nodded.
In just a few words, the two newly-acquainted parents finished their conversation, and the bearded monk shouted at Foxiao, "Where are you going, you little bastard?"
Buddha smiled in silence: "I will get off the plane and go home to do my homework right away."
"..." I am your father. He pondered for a moment, and suddenly a strange expression flashed across his face. He coughed twice and said seriously:
"Ahem... now that we're here, why don't you stop playing for a while? Take me to the Blazing Castle and do a few quests for me. I'm still short of a level 45 cloak..." He paused, then added, "It's the weekend, so I won't push you too hard. I'm still very open-minded..."
"This..." Foxiao was a little hesitant.
"Hurry up! Do you still need a sedan chair to invite you there?" I, your father, frowned.
"Hey, Dad, I'll go..." Foxiao walked out reluctantly, and before leaving, he secretly waved at us with infinite nostalgia, and walked to the side of the bearded monk. Then the father and son turned around and left together, leaving me with two backs that didn't look like father and son at all.
"Dad..." Buddha smiled timidly.
"Hmm?" I am your father and snorted majestically.
"...Can you not tell mom about me skipping school to play games?" Fo Xiao asked in a low voice with a little expectation but absolutely no confidence.
"That depends on your future performance!" I am your father and I will say it without hesitation.
"oh……"
…
"That...son!" After walking a few steps, I am your father suddenly broke the silence.
"What's the matter?" Foxiao said carefully.
"Don't tell your mom about my gaming!"
“…”
"Did you hear that?"
"……Why……"
…
We watched this strange father and son in silence until their voices gradually faded away and their figures gradually disappeared.
"Hey, Feiyin." Chang Sanjiao suddenly seemed to have remembered something.
"Um?"
"Didn't you say that Nanny would treat you to dinner tomorrow?"
The magician's pretty face suddenly lost all color.
"Big sister, the president..." The nanny in the candlelight had walked up to us at some point, emitting a maternal glow from head to toe, with a kind smile on her face:
"Can I ask, how old are you?"
"Why are you asking this?" Fei Yin looked horrified and subconsciously crossed her arms across her chest.
"Then...what's your mother's surname?" The Minotaur sister persisted.
Feiyin gritted her teeth and squeezed out a few words from between her teeth:
"I won't tell you even if you kill me!"
