It's okay for me to bully my wife for the sake of the young master's dignity, right?

Chapter 602 [020] About the sudden increase in my wife's combat power after she turned into a cat
Mu Yue blew her hair dry after taking a bath, being very careful not to burn the extra cat ears on top of her head.

"I, I'm going to sleep first."

After Qin Jiandan came out of the bathroom, Mu Yue rolled up the quilt and lay on the bed with her back to him, but her snow-white waist and black cat tail were not completely covered. In Qin Jiandan's opinion, this was a rather clumsy way of seduction.

Hmm... you want it so badly because you have a recurring high? Then why did you refuse to take a bath with me just now? How disingenuous!

Martial artists have their own ways of refreshing themselves. Qin Jiandan uses his internal energy to evaporate the moisture in his body and hair. He doesn't even need a hair dryer, which saves both time and electricity.

The only light in the room was the warm yellow bedside lamp. Qin Jiandan lay down next to Mu Yue very gentlemanly - his wife was not a concubine, so he had to fully consider his wife's opinions. If Mu Yue really wanted it, she should say it herself.

As you can imagine, Cat Girl tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Qin Jiandan asked, "Do you want me to turn off the bedside lamp?"

Mu Yue hugged her knees and sat up, with the cat's tail forming a question mark shape behind her.

"I...I think I have wronged Vale a little."

"Eh?"

In the dim light, Mu Yue's eyes showed more cat-like characteristics.

"The high period... seems to be something that can't be overcome by willpower. I thought it would be 10 times more intense than humans, but it seems to be 50 times..."

Hot breath escaped the sheriff's trembling lips, and his fingertips almost tore holes in the quilt.

Qin Jiandan kindly picked up the medicine bottle from the bedside table: "Do you want to take suppressed medicine? This is what Valei left behind."

Mu Yue looked at the pale bottle covered with ant-like twisted side effect descriptions, and her eyes seemed to contain dissatisfaction and desire for Qin Jiandan.

"The side effects of the medication may cause mental breakdown. I have lost a lot of time these days..."

While saying this, he stared at the tip of Qin Jiandan's nose, but Qin Jiandan still did not move.

"I hope I can stay awake." The cat girl's tone was a little sticky.

"..."

"So, I might need your help."

"..."

"You...you say something!"

Qin Jiandan said seriously: "I am waiting for your clear instructions."

"You have bad intentions! Do I need to explain this to you?"

The wind she brought up when she turned over had the scent of lemon shampoo, and the fierce momentum was like an underwater volcano looking for a path to erupt.

The ends of her hair brushed against Qin Jiandan's nose, allowing Qin Jiandan to feel her tense back and the rise and fall of her abdomen when she breathed - it seemed that this was how the cat-eared sheriff punished his disobedient subordinates.

The bonus of the Furui people is really not covered. Mu Yue, who was quite weak before, has become the superior, and Qin Jiandan has become the passive party. If there is no cheating of the steel armor breathing method, he will lose three times per hour on average.

When Mu Yue fell asleep peacefully, her fingertips were still warm. She had finally "regained the ability to think freely." The whole room was filled with sweat. Anyway, this bath was in vain...

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At the same time, in District 12 of the outer city.

A homeless man in a raincoat walked on the dilapidated street. The vending machine in front of him stood quietly in the corner, its surface covered with dust and scratches.

The tramp sighed and pressed the "Start Watching" button on the screen.

“Citizen ID identified. Residence permit: Class D.”

The mechanical female voice coming from the vending machine was as sweet as if it was soaked in saccharin. A light blue advertisement popped up on the display screen, "Watch 10 corporate promotional videos to get a free drink. The remaining amount today is 1/1."

Cockroaches created ripples in the stagnant water, and the homeless man heard the rubbing of his back teeth. The surveillance camera on top of the vending machine suddenly turned, and a red light swept across his face covered by a tattered raincoat. The beep of a patrol drone came from the west.

The advertisements projected holographic images on the retina: the first advertisement showed a virtual idol in a white uniform dancing lively, the apple in her hand flashing an unnatural bright red. "The happiness index of residents in Huanshi City has risen for three consecutive years!" The subtitles flowed out from the folds of her skirt, and the background music was a modified version of "Company Anthem".

The second ad is seamlessly inserted. A cartoon mole in a chemical protective suit is brushing the teeth of a mutant bull: "The new eighth generation disinfectant toothpaste will make your mouth full of sunshine even if you live in the basement!"

A very small disclaimer popped up in the lower right corner of the screen: This product may cause secondary oral ulcers. The third advertisement stated that this vending machine provides a "3-minute painless execution" service for only 5 yuan, and the organ donation option is checked by default on the payment interface.

The homeless man felt that he was living in an absurd world, and his thoughts gradually drifted away. However, whenever his eyes strayed slightly, the vending machine would issue a slight warning sound: "Please note that your eyes cannot leave the ad screen, otherwise you will be judged as failed and enter the blacklist."

The smell of acid rain evaporating from the ground filled the air. The homeless man frowned slightly, but still tried to keep his eyes focused. When he finally finished watching the 10th advertisement, the vending machine made a slight "click" sound, and a bottle of SP substitute water slowly slid out of the delivery port.

The homeless man bent down to pick up the bottle of drink. The bottle was warm, which was a rare comfort in winter. He unscrewed the cap, raised his head and took a big sip, looking at the central tower behind the isolation wall that supported the bright sky. The big screen of the cruising airship was also playing boring advertisements.

The peeling walls were covered with dark red rust, and a few new posters still had glue on their edges that fluttered in the night wind.

The tramp unknowingly read out the words in the middle of the poster: "The rulers will not empathize with you unless you drag them down. There are many injustices in the world, but fortunately, death is fair..."

This is a "reward poster" targeting inner-city corporate executives. On the top are smug photos of male and female executives, and below are the crimes they committed in running their businesses, including "insurance denial" and "medical human experiments."

The homeless man took another sip of SP substitute water and glanced between the posters with cloudy eyes.

"It's not enough to just have the execution vote on the Dark Gap website, but offline there are also posters offering rewards like this? Is this a prank or was it really done by a funny ghost?"

The logo of the funny ghost mask is printed at the end of each poster, but it cannot prove that it was really made by the funny ghost.

A huge noise suddenly came from above his head. The homeless man's neck suddenly shrank into his collar, his back hunched into a question mark shape as he looked up at the night sky.

The airship that was previously floating near the central tower somehow crossed the isolation wall and visited the outer city airspace, which was a rare occurrence.

The big screen on the airship was still playing an advertisement: "Happiness is a choice - Dream Pills, the right to survive given by the company to every citizen. Please purchase them legally in a certain quantity."

"Legal purchase...legal purchase...legal purchase..."

The big screen froze abnormally, and then switched to a talk show-like show scene, with the talk show host sitting on the sofa. He was slightly overweight and wore a funny mask on his face.

"Hahahaha - hello to all residents of Ringstone City! As you can see, I'm a funny ghost! Since the programs on TV are too boring, I'll show you my own program - "A Collection of Black Materials of the Three Major Families"!"

As the funny ghost spoke, he put the screen of the video recorder in his hand in front of the camera. The screen was filled with densely packed names written in a table.

"First, let's look at the Ding family's dirty laundry! Have you seen this? This is the illegal mining ledger for phlogiston crystals. It records the people who were kidnapped and forced to work in the spider web tunnels. I believe it includes many missing persons from the outer city. Oh my, it's obviously an abandoned mine that's not suitable for mining, so why do they force people to go in and mine? It turns out that in the eyes of the Ding family, human lives can only be exchanged for money!"

"Wait, what is this?" The funny ghost took back the recorder and pasted his eyes on it. "Why is this part of the mining record written like a primary school student's diary? "Killed 15 out-of-towners today, happy~" What the hell is this! "

"Forget it. Anyway, here are the Luo family's dirty secrets! Please enjoy the shady side of the entertainment industry—"

The big screen began to play the deleted "behind-the-scenes footage" of the filming of "Dream Pills Promotional Video". The actress was forced to be injected with drugs and then danced with a silly smile. Documents related to the "Memory Erasure Protocol" were revealed in the background.

"The company has been promoting that taking a moderate amount of sweet dream pills can relieve stress and improve work efficiency... But in reality? The Luo family is just the mouthpiece of the company, barking in agreement with whatever the master says!"

"Also, this is the Han family's dirty laundry! The Han family forged the files of police officers who died in the line of duty. In fact, they sent the 'ignorant' police officers to the company for secret experiments!"

The extremely dimly lit video, which lasts only five seconds, shows someone screaming on an operating table.

"Good news! Good news! I also found out that the city police patrol routes can be purchased, and the drone patrol routes can also be purchased! In the struggle, if the major guilds want to avoid being caught for committing crimes and make it easier for the enemy to be caught, they can contact the police department to customize patrol routes! How funny, they really know how to do business!"

“Eh? Do you want to know why I exposed more dirty secrets about the Han family this time? Because I’m familiar with the place! If you think the dirty secrets about the Ding and Luo families aren’t strong enough, I’ll be fairer next time and make a big medley of more unknown dirty deeds of the three major families! Hahahaha! Did you see that? The cattle and horses of Huanshi City, these are the nobles you work so hard to support! If you don’t rise up to resist, then every drop of your blood and every piece of your flesh will belong to them!”

The low-altitude broadcast from the airship was deafening, and the funny ghost's talk show woke up the entire Ringstone City.

"Ahaha! The company sent T-Force to suppress the airship, but they can't catch me! Bye!"

The big screen image was forcibly cut off, but strange sounds were still coming out. If you listen carefully, you will find that it is the "ton ton ton" sound effect of drinking wine that is played in a loop.

"boom!!"

The airship turned around and took off, but suddenly exploded into a flame of red and indigo. The thousands of feet of flames reflected in the homeless man's eyes, which had long lost their spirit.

The corners of the tramp's mouth began to twitch. He clearly saw the names of his missing father and brother in the list of illegal mining accounts of the Ding family.

"You're right... What's the point of living like this? We are just clowns in the eyes of the company and the nobles. No matter how hard we work or how serious we are, we are just as funny as circus monkeys..."

The tramp's gaze returned to the "Executive Reward Poster", and a funny ghost face with mottled oil paint suddenly appeared under the hood of the torn raincoat.

(End of this chapter)