Chapter 193 Scumbag

Author: Crowtopia

Chapter 193 Scumbag

The past few days have been like living in a nightmare.

Every day he fought with Wuming, he faced terrible pressure, and every time he was beaten until he passed out. When he woke up, all his injuries were healed, and he continued to fight, and so on.

My husband was covered in bruises, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and there were deep visible bone scars on his body all the time.

A few days ago, Melina would treat Tuifu, but later Wuming personally started to treat him, crippled him, and then continued to treat him after he was cured.

Taifu really didn't complain anymore, he just sparred with Wuming and was beaten until he was unconscious. For him, life was either in coma or on the way to coma, like living in hell or a torture chamber.

Wuming was not as miserable as Tuifu. When Tuifu was in a coma, he didn't need to sleep with him. Every time something happened, he would use a heavier hand and solve the battle in a few or two, and he would be free for most of the day.

Once again, Taifu was knocked unconscious by Wuming's punch.

Melina emerged from Tuifu's body and stood with Wuming. Looking at Tuifu who fell on the ground, there was a hint of sadness on her face.

"He has never worked so hard before." Melina looked complicated.

"This is a good thing." Wuming said.

Melina clearly doesn't think this is a good thing:

"If he got serious because of something else, I'd be happy, but if it's because of me..."

Melina was worried that if Taifu remained in this state, the obsession that drove him to become stronger would be internalized in Taifu's heart, making it impossible to realize her mission.

"I heard that your mission will eventually burn you to death." Wuming said.

"I'm not sure." Melina said.

"uncertain?"

Melina said: "I am a remnant soul. Do you know what made me like this?"

"I don't know." Wuming said.

"I don't know either." Melina said.

Wuming tilted his head, feeling that this girl was not in her right mind.

Melina stretched out her hand. There were some burn marks on her hand, which have now healed, leaving some horrific scars.

"My body was burned, and my mission has failed." Melina said with confusion in her tone, "But I survived - in the form of a soul. I am not particularly clear about my mission, so

I am going to the foot of the golden tree to confirm my mission."

"Burned?" Wuming became interested, "Have you been burned?"

Melina nodded.

Wuming gave a thumbs up: "Okay, very energetic. How does it feel to be burned? Does it hurt?"

"What do you think?" Melina rolled her eyes at him, "You can see what it feels like to be burned just by looking at the villagers in Dianzhuo Village."

Melina caressed the back of her hand and couldn't help but tremble.

Wuming's eyes were soft: "So, you have fulfilled your mission."

"But I failed." Melina said, "I need to reaffirm my mission."

"What if the mission is to let you burn again?" Wuming asked.

"If this can make the world a better place, just burn my remaining soul." Melina replied decisively.

But soon the decisive attitude melted away, and Melina was inevitably confused: "Unfortunately, I still can't see my mission clearly, and I don't understand why I survived."

Wuming said: "Maybe you are blind in one eye so you can't see clearly. Maybe you should find an eyeball to install for yourself."

Melina was still immersed in the past, but when she heard Wuming's words, her tone immediately cooled down:

"I'm not blind."

"Then what are you doing with one eye closed? Pretending to be cool?" Wuming said, "You can donate the unwanted eyes to those in need - you see, a lot of people in Diilhuo Village need eyeballs."

"You..." Melina gritted her teeth, wishing she could stab Wuming again.

But she knew it was useless. In the previous battles and in Tuefu's continuous training, Melina had already known Wuming's strength.

So Melina didn't choose to use the knife, but punched Wuming.

The fist was printed on Wuming's helmet. The eyes in Wuming's helmet admired Melina's fist and said:

"What beautiful hands."

Still being sarcastic!

Melina put her hands in her hands, glared at Wuming fiercely, and prepared to disappear.

Wuming said: "Your hands remind me of an old friend. She also had such beautiful hands."

"What a cliché." Melina said.

"After all, she is probably one of my witches." Wuming sighed with emotion.

"One of your witches? You have more than one witch?" Melina frowned, "How many witches do you have? In addition to that witch, how many other witches have you deceived to make money for you?"

Wuming clasped his fingers:

"Not many, maybe four or five."

"Scumbag." Melina said.

Wuming laughed: "The last witch has a pair of hands like yours, and is also blind."

"I told you I'm not blind." Melina said, "What kind of person is your witch...?"

"I have no impression, I just remember that her hands were very beautiful." Wuming said, "I can't remember her face, maybe it's just average."

Melina looked at her burned hands and probably understood what Wuming's beauty standards were.

Melina said: "What happened to your witch?"

"I don't know." Wuming said, "Probably dead."

"Don't know?" Melina said, "How could someone not know the whereabouts of their own witch?"

"We had some differences on the route of becoming a king." Wuming said, "Of course the witch is willing to accommodate me, but I don't want to do that. I will go it alone and let her find someone else to serve."

"Scumbag." Melina commented again, "I have never seen a faded person who has no feelings for witches like you."

Melina thought for a while: "That's right. A guy like you who is crazy and crazy may not have any feelings at all."

"Isn't it a good thing to have no feelings? Aren't you worried that your husband is too affectionate for you right now?" Wuming said.

Melina glanced helplessly at Tuihu, who was still unconscious on the ground, and was speechless.

Wuming said: "You seem to know a lot about epilepsy."

"I have researched all kinds of flames." Melina said, "As a type of fire, epileptic fire is the most ominous type, and chaotic flames are the most harmful to life."

"I agree with that," Wuming said.

Melina glanced at Wuming in surprise:

"Really? Do you also agree that epilepsy is harmful to life?"

Wuming nodded: "I have experienced the dangers of this kind of flame."

"But your witch is a madman with a crazy heart."

"I can control her." Wuming said, "So no matter how crazy she is, she has to listen to me. But Tuifu can't control you, so he can't stop you no matter what your heart is."

Melina squatted on the ground, put her hands around her knees, and put her chin on her knees, looking at her husband:

"Do you have any good ideas? Make him as ruthless as you."

"There is a way. The experience from Man Yue can be used on him. Maybe I can help you change him." Wuming said.

"Thank you." Melina said, "You have helped me a lot recently."

"You're welcome, our Sun's teaching is to help others." Wuming said, "And I like you very much."

Melina's expression became weird, she took two steps to the side and said, "Scumbag."

Melina wrapped the cloak around her body:

"I won't be your witch, don't think you can convince me by just saying nice things."

"Where are you thinking?" Wuming said, "I think you are a lot like me."

"We don't want to thank you at all, don't get involved." Melina waved her hand.

"I think it's quite similar." Wuming looked at the burns on Melina's hands, "I really appreciate your attitude of getting burned again and again. For this realization, I want to toast you."

Wuming said as he took out two small cups from the bag:

"Here, have a drink."

The nameless cup contained a golden clear liquid, while Melina's cup contained a clear blue spring.
To be continued...