I Wasn't Born Lucky

136-140 (Edited)

Chapter 136

Fujiang was angry. The middle-aged man seemed to be really disgusted by Fujiang's meat. It was as if the other person wasn't extremely beautiful but rotting flesh. Not only was his frown deep enough to kill flies, he even covered his mouth.

Fujiang's small face was white. "Am I so hard to eat?"

The middle-aged man didn't reply. He struggled to wipe his mouth, painfully closing his eyes as crystal tears dripped down the corner of them.

...Fujiang became even angrier. She gritted her teeth and after getting no response, she shifted her goal and started to scold Xiao Li. "You ask me to do this type of thing?"

Xiao Li coughed. "Since you can regenerate your limbs..."

When it came to eating, Xiao Li's first thought was Fujiang. Fujiang was shocked and this overpowered the anger in her heart. "What type of image do I have in your mind?"

Was she only a piece of meat that could walk and regenerate in Moriarty's eyes?

Xiao Li coughed. He guiltily turned his head away.

Fujiang's eyes widened with disbelief. To tell the truth, anger made this beautiful woman even more beautiful and moving. If an ordinary person was here then all his bones would crumble and he would allow Fujiang to ask for anything. However, no one in this glass room appreciated the beauty.

Fujiang gritted her teeth until it was polished. She still remembered the fear of being put into the kettle. Thus, she turned and unleashed most of her anger onto the middle-aged man. "Hey, am I not delicious?"

The middle-aged man's spirit hadn't returned yet. He had lowered his hand to cover his stomach, brow furrowed. It seemed that he was still nauseous and his original desire to eat Xiao Li was gone.

Facing Fujiang's accusations, the middle-aged man defended himself. "No, I want to eat but not you."

Fujiang sneered and took a step forward. The man's impression of her arm was still fresh so he took a step back...

Fujiang took another step and the middle-aged man continued to retreat, looking more pitiable. Fujiang stopped half a step away from the middle-aged man. "I know you want to eat him. I'm asking you, why don't you eat me?"

The middle-aged man once again covered his mouth and his unclear voice leaked out between his fingers. "I don't eat meat, I eat memories. The memories of the person next to you are very delicious and huge. Your memories are very bad and this is the taste I hate most..."

Memories.

Fujiang was originally from the book of strange stories so her memories were fictitious, which was basically non-existent. This was why the middle-aged man wanted to vomit as soon as he met her. Her memories had the breath of a high-dimensional god and this was the nemesis for this type of ghost. The taste made him want to vomit when he remembered it.

This reason... Fujiang could reluctantly accept it. It was better than really being abandoned for her meat. Thus, Fujiang snorted and turned back to Xiao Li. "I'm going."

She was too miserable and wanted to hurry back to find a psychiatrist to do psychological counselling for her.

Xiao Li stated, "See you next time."

Fujiang spoke proudly, "You have to look at my mood."

She disappeared, leaving only Xiao Li and the middle-aged man in the world. Xiao Li looked at the man for a while and smiled at him. "You said you had eaten before meeting me. Who did you meet?"