11 009: Swipe randomly!_1

"Who are you!" The man, thrown to the ground, burst out angrily, "Whether I'm dead or alive, it's none of your damn business!"

It was only then that Mu Qingli noticed that this man was quite handsome, with a sharp and spirited look in his eyes, and was dressed in a proper black handmade suit, the kind that could make a crowd of girls scream on the main road.

"Whether you're dead or alive indeed has nothing to do with me, but if you die and your corpse stinks up this mountain, that does concern me! Drunkard sir, if you're going to die, could you do it far away? Don't pollute the environment!"

Mu Qingli said with disgust, "In this hot summer, with so many flies, I guarantee that no more than an hour after your death, your body will start to stink and at the same time, will be teeming with maggots crawling all over you, quickly your body will be riddled with wormholes, becoming a cozy nest for maggots."

The man felt his scalp tingle and chills rise on his skin at Mu Qingli's words, maggots and such! How disgusting! He pressed down the churning feeling in his stomach, forcing himself not to vomit.

Mu Qingli handed the tie to the man, speaking indifferently, "It takes but a passing thought for a living person to desire death, easy to achieve, but for those on the brink of death, desiring to live is as hard as climbing to heaven."

As she said this, a faint gloss emerged from the depths of Mu Qingli's eyes, making one unable to discern her true emotions clearly.

In the man's impression, most people from the mountains were uncultured and crude.

But this village girl spoke articulately, thought quickly, and was exceedingly smart, dispelling his suicidal thoughts with just a few words, and her voice was also very pleasant to hear.

Like the sound of jade or the gushing of a spring, clear and impactful.

Upon hearing this.

The man was stunned for a moment before finally looking up at Mu Qingli.

The girl in front of him was only seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a plain T-shirt and jeans. The mountain breeze blew through her long hair, creating a disheveled beauty.

Seventy percent stunning and thirty percent enchanting.

At such a young age, she already possessed the capital to disrupt one's composure.

No one would have expected such a beauty to emerge from this small mountain ravine.

Could it be that he was seeing things through his drunken haze, mistaking a village girl for a beauty? The man closed his eyes and opened them again, but the scene before him remained unchanged.

Mu Qingli sighed and turned her gaze towards the man, speaking lightly, "Live well. Life only comes once; don't let yourself become maggot food."

As their eyes met,

She was as calm as water.

But he was tumultuous, ripples cascading within him, one after another.

Of course, if her last statement hadn't included the word 'maggot,' his fondness for her would have been even deeper.

"Still want to die now?" Mu Qingli raised her hand to sweep her hair behind her ear, her fingers fair, contrasting with her black tresses and creating a beautiful scenery that was hard to look away from.

The man shook his head firmly.

This person before him, so beautiful and kind—if not for her, he would probably be a corpse by now.

For a moment, the man felt both grateful and yearning towards Mu Qingli.

"That's good." Mu Qingli nodded slightly, then extended her hand toward the man, "Hand it over."

"Hand over what?" The man asked, furrowing his brow in confusion.

"Compensation," Mu Qingli said as she glanced at the man, as if it were the most natural thing, "I saved your life. Don't you think you should give me something in return? Once the compensation is settled, we'll be even; we can pretend we've never met."

How else can Little Baba be fed without a reward?

In this life, she would cut off all of Mu Lanke's possible escape routes completely! She wouldn't give this man another chance to mistakenly recognize his lifesaver.

Upon hearing this, the man silently withdrew his praise of her being a kindhearted person...

So-called kindheartedness,

It was all an illusion!

So it was just for the money...

The man glanced at Mu Qingli, took out his wallet, and handed over a black card with an assertive air, "Take it, spend as you wish!"

"Can you eat a card?" Mu Qingli silently asked herself as she looked at the black card the man handed over.

[No, righteousness is attached to cash.] Little Baba shook its head.

Mu Qingli looked down at the black card the man had handed her, her tone still indifferent, "Cash would be better, whatever amount you have will do."

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She wants cash instead of the black card?!

Could this girl be an idiot?

The man looked at Mu Qingli with disbelief.

It then dawned on him that no matter how beautiful she was, she was just a little village girl.

What can you expect from a little village girl when it comes to worldly wisdom?

Holding the card, the man explained to Mu Qingli, "Don't underestimate this card. It can take you out of this mountain and let you live a life of luxury, turning you from a pheasant into a phoenix."

Of course, this explanation also contained a certain insinuation.

After all, he was the master of this card.

Without him, it was nothing but a useless piece of plastic.

Mu Qingli still had an indifferent look, and her eyes did not show the longing and excitement the man had expected.

She simply looked at the man and said in a light tone, "Even without this card, I can still walk out of this mountain!"

Her voice was light but filled with an inexplicable deterrence, resounding firmly.

The man was taken aback, and then he laughed, "Little girl, I don't want to overstate my importance, but without my help, it's as hard for you to leave this mountain as it is to ascend to heaven! Do you know who I am? The clothes I'm wearing are worth several years of your family's income!"

Mu Qingli slightly curled her lips, didn't pick up on the man's words, but casually took the wallet from the man's hand, pulled out the few cash notes inside, and counted—eight in total.

Even poorer than the bearded guy.

"We're even now." Mu Qingli took the money in one hand, tossed the wallet back to the man with the other, and waved without looking back, "We shall not meet again."

The man hadn't recovered yet when the girl's figure had already disappeared into the view ahead.

The man hurried after her.

However, the girl had a peculiar way of moving through the woods, like a nimble fish, and within a few steps, the man had lost sight of her.

The man looked ahead, his lips curling up into a pronounced arc.

After all, she was just an unsophisticated village girl who didn't even recognize a black card. Could she really slip through his fingers?

Just wait a few days. When he came driving a luxury car, with a trunk full of cash, she'd surely be yearning to get close to him.

But now was not the time.

When Mu Qingli arrived at the foot of the mountain,

a commercial van was parked unusually at the entrance of the village.

A few teenagers with suitcases stepped out of the van.

A photography team followed behind them.

Their bright and shiny clothes looked completely out of place in this impoverished mountain.

That's how fate sometimes is.

Some are born to wealth.

Some are born to poverty.

As soon as they got out of the van, one of the teens complained, "Damn! What kind of godforsaken place is this!"

"Is anybody there? Can someone please rescue us..."

They were filming a reality show, "Metamorphosis Record," which was about rebellious city teens experiencing the hard life of a poor village, shedding their bad habits, and transforming into well-rounded and virtuous young adults.

This show was very popular across China.

Half real, half fabricated.

Some were genuinely there to change, while others came with dreams of stardom.

Indeed, the show had made many people famous.

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