Chapter 202: Flirted to Death
The lights were really turned off this time.
And Nan Xun actually did it—she suddenly jumped onto A-Mang, wrapped her arms around his head, and bit down hard on those thin, sexy lips several times.
After she was done teasing him, she slid back down off him.
But A-Mang wasn’t having it. He fiercely hooked her long legs around his waist and deepened the kiss.
Ancient people actually didn’t like kissing very much. That probably had something to do with the fact that most people didn’t brush their teeth and had bad breath. But A-Mang was a very particular person. He seemed to often chew on some kind of grass that cleaned the mouth, so there wasn’t the slightest odd smell in his mouth. On the contrary, it always carried a pleasant grassy fragrance.
Nan Xun decided she’d make him a toothbrush next time. The very first toothbrush had been made by Chu Xue. She had A-Yu carve a wooden handle, then tied a kind of fuzzy grass she found to the other end. In the entire tribe, only she and Chu Xue insisted on using toothbrushes— even A-Yu rarely used one because he wasn’t used to it.
But Nan Xun believed that someone as fastidious as A-Mang would definitely like this little gadget.
Only after they’d had enough intimacy did A-Mang set the woman clinging to him back on the ground and ask, “A-Xi, this snakeskin apron was made by the most skilled woman in the tribe. Do you like it?”
Nan Xun nodded repeatedly, pleasantly surprised. “I like it, I like it so much! Is this snakeskin from that big snake I killed last time?”
A-Mang smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Yes, that very snake. A-Xi, I had them make two aprons—one for you, one for me.”
The heat that had just barely gone down on Nan Xun’s face shot right back up.
Damn it, this guy was a prehistoric man! How did he have such cutting-edge awareness—he even knew about couple outfits?!
A-Mang went on, “The skin of that kind of big snake feels very cool on the body. It’s perfect to wear right now.”
Nan Xun shyly punched his chest. “A-Mang, I really like it. Thank you.”
A-Mang caught her little fist, brought it to his lips, and blew on it. “My skin’s pretty rough. Did that hurt?”
Nan Xun: “…”
A-Mang leaned close to her ear and laughed in a low voice. “A-Xi, that animal-skin apron you were wearing the first time I met you—when are you going to give it back to me? Why do you want to keep it? I wore that, you know.”
Nan Xun’s face was burning hot. Feeling guilty, she spat at him lightly. “Peh! What do you mean, keep it for something? Can’t I keep it to wipe my feet?”
A-Mang let out a meaningful “Oh.” “Of course you can. A-Xi’s feet smell nice too.”
Nan Xun: “…”
She was going to die—she was being flirted into a helpless mess by a prehistoric man.
Even after A-Mang had gone far away, his figure disappearing into the jungle completely, the heat on Nan Xun’s face still hadn’t faded.
Thinking about what he said before leaving, she couldn’t help letting out two silly little laughs.
He had said that the next time they met, he would definitely take her away—and would find a way to get her clanspeople’s consent.
Little Eight suddenly spoke up. “Damn, it’s finally over. When I loosened my five senses just now, I didn’t even dare open my eyes fully—only a tiny slit.”
Nan Xun curled one hand into a fist and coughed lightly against her lips.
Little Eight exclaimed, “Holy crap, why is your face red like a monkey’s butt? How on earth did you manage that?”
Nan Xun really wanted to smash Little Eight flat with one punch.
But she still had something to ask it, so she put away the thought of turning Little Eight into a pancake and softened her tone. “Little Eight, A-Mang hasn’t gone far yet. Do me a favor.”
Little Eight instantly became wary. “W-What are you doing?”
Nan Xun said, “Why are you so nervous? I just want you to help me check A-Mang’s darkening value and malice value.”
Little Eight went “Oh,” then asked in confusion, “Why do you want to know that? Didn’t I send you here on vacation? That’s why I chose a very peaceful world. There’s no such thing as a big boss with 100 malice value here—there aren’t even villains above 80. But since you’re actually taking the initiative to ask this time, I’m very pleased.”
Nan Xun replied, “Thanks for being pleased, so hurry up and check.”
Little Eight hummed in response—and then went silent.
One second. Two seconds. Three seconds…
All of a sudden, Little Eight let out a piercing scream. “Ahhh! Why is this happening?! Why is there a native savage with a malice value of 95 here?! This makes no sense! I clearly investigated this world before—there were absolutely no villains above 90! At most, a few small fry in cannibal tribes with heavier killing intent, but their malice wouldn’t exceed 70! Oh my god, what on earth is going on?!”
Little Eight even suspected that this savage’s malice value had recently been 100, only dropping to 95 not long ago!
Nan Xun dug a finger into her ear. “Alright, baby, you can go to sleep now.”
Little Eight: “…”
Little Eight squatted silently in a corner and cried. Being tossed aside after use was really annoying.
But what truly upset it was that this world had undergone a mutation and was no longer under its control.
The original course of this world had been for the chosen one, Chu Xue, to lead the tribe to prosperity, then gradually lead other tribes as well, all prospering together. The chosen one’s merit points were supposed to come from helping prehistoric people grow strong and prosperous. There was never meant to be a big villain with a malice value of 100 for her to eliminate.
Little Eight simply couldn’t figure out where this big boss—very possibly with a malice value of 100—had come from.
Little Eight’s brain capacity was limited. Thinking too much made its head ache.
So it stopped thinking.
“Oh right, I think I forgot to tell you his darkening value. It’s only 30—he’s still a pretty good kid,” Little Eight added.
After seeing so many sky-high darkening values, even 30 was nothing in Little Eight’s eyes anymore.
Nan Xun clearly didn’t care much. After hearing it, she let it go. “Okay, thanks, Little Eight.”
Her tone lifted, her mood excellent.
Something suddenly clicked in Little Eight’s mind, and it asked uncertainly, “Nan Xun… you didn’t already know his malice value was this high, did you?”
Nan Xun let out an innocent “Ah?” “How could that be? I don’t have abilities as awesome as yours, Little Eight—measuring people’s darkening and malice values and all that. I was just curious and asked.”
Little Eight went “Oh.” It still felt like something was off, but it couldn’t figure out what.
Nan Xun hugged the snakeskin apron A-Mang had given her and hummed a cheerful little tune. “Fa-fei-wa, fa-wa-fei-wa…” Then she hopped and skipped toward the tribe.
The outskirts of the tribe were simply enclosed with wooden fences, the tops sharpened to points to prevent fierce beasts from sneaking in. When the moon reached its peak, the men of the tribe would close the gates, and no one would be allowed in or out.
Judging that it was getting a bit late, Nan Xun broke into a light jog, her cheeks flushed pink as she ran.
