Xiao Qingli's Hit List

"Sister Yuan... Qingli is hungry... food..."

In the caravan heading toward the Holy City of the Snake-People tribe, Qingli sat on the floor with a bitter face, clutching her rumbling little stomach with one hand while staring pitifully at the white steamed bun in Qingyuan's hand.

Seeing her pitiful little appearance, Qingyuan couldn't help but feel a burst of annoyance and knocked her on her little head.

"This is what you get for not keeping your mouth shut, happy now?"

"Being punished by the Troupe Leader with no food to eat."

"To be honest, if the Troupe Leader wasn't afraid that beating you now would mean he'd have to buy you another healing pill, which isn't worth the cost, he would have definitely beaten you up."

"Well, I was just curious..."

Little Qingli covered her forehead, pouted, and muttered softly.

"He clearly looks like a dead man, without the slightest breath of the living. People like Sister Yuan and that bodyguard all have a cluster of white light on them, but the Troupe Leader doesn't have it... If he isn't dead, then he definitely won't live much longer... hehe..."

At this thought, Qingli couldn't help but laugh out loud.

If the Troupe Leader died!

That would be so wonderful!

Mom used to say that good people are rewarded and bad people are punished. A bad person like the Troupe Leader should die early!

Seeing that she was not only unrepentant but also giggling foolishly, Qingyuan grew even angrier.

This little girl really hadn't suffered enough. She forgot the pain once the scar healed, getting carried away the moment she was given an inch. If it weren't for her good luck, she wouldn't even know how she died.

She raised her willow brows and pointed at Qingli's nose, scolding, "Keep your voice down, do you think this is something to be proud of? If the Troupe Leader hears you, watch out, he might just whip you even if it costs him three spirit stones!"

Hearing this, little Qingli instantly recalled the memories of being whipped before and shrank her neck in fear.

She stuck out her tongue and glanced left and right.

"He probably won't hear me, right?"

Surrounding them were freshly painted walls, and there were only her and Qingyuan in the room.

The Troupe Leader had gone crazy for some reason, throwing their original camel cart to a beggar by the roadside, and then bought a large house pulled by a barren camel. He claimed that a good horse deserved a good saddle and didn't want the lords of the Snake-People tribe to think they were cheap.

However, it also made things comfortable for them.

Everyone was assigned a separate room.

"Unless the Troupe Leader has spies here. But Sister Qingyuan, you are the best to me, you definitely wouldn't snitch, right?" Little Qingli squinted her eyes and acted coquettishly.

Qingyuan's eyes flashed, and she secretly curled her lips into a cold sneer.

Hard to say.

"Anyway, Sister Yuan, hungry..."

After talking for so long, they circled back to that topic.

Little Qingli bit one of her fingers, the cowlick on her head swaying back and forth. She stared at the white steamed bun in Qingyuan's hand with eager anticipation.

D-Damn it.

Why?

Why did the bad Troupe Leader have to improve their meals exactly when she was being punished with starvation?

Disgust for the Troupe Leader +1

Seeing Qingli's eager look, Qingyuan deliberately waved the white steamed bun in front of her eyes, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly. "Want to eat it? This is a white steamed bun made from spirit rice. Do you know what spirit rice is? It's spirit rice grown from spirit paddy. Do you know what spirit paddy is? It's spirit paddy grown using spirit water and spirit fields. Do you know what spirit water and spirit fields are? It's... Anyway, it's a very expensive thing that only big shots can enjoy."

Hearing her say this, the desire in Qingli's eyes almost overflowed. She hurriedly threw herself into Qingyuan's arms, blinking her big watery eyes. "I want to eat! Qingli wants to eat!"

"You want to eat?"

"Even if you want to, I won't let you."

Qingyuan pulled her hand back, took a joyful bite, and pretended to squint her eyes in happiness. "Mhm, so delicious. Whose bad child is it that can't eat such a delicious steamed bun?"

Little Qingli was so greedy that her drool was about to fall.

Disregarding whether she was being a lady or not, she directly reached out and lunged forward to snatch it.

"Give it to me! Qingli wants to eat!!!"

"No way."

Qingyuan stood up, held the steamed bun high, raised her index finger at her, shook it, and refused.

"The Troupe Leader said you can't be given any food."

"Who told you to badmouth him?"

Hearing this, little Qingli's face turned red with anger. "Despicable Sister Yuan, you were bought off with just one steamed bun!!! Traitor! Snake-scum! Lackey!"

"I hate you the most!"

Saying that, she stopped trying to snatch the bun.

Instead, she turned around, her small face puffed up like two buns, pulled out a small booklet from her flat chest, and then started writing and drawing on it.

"What are you writing?" Qingyuan leaned over curiously.

On the booklet were a few large words.

Little Qingli's Kill List

"I am recording the people who bully me in case I forget them later. This way, when Big Brother comes to save me, Qingli will show him the booklet and have him catch all the bad guys on it! Send them all to prison!"

Little Qingli wrote swiftly without turning her head.

Swish, swish, swish! In a few strokes, the snow-white booklet recorded several of Qingyuan's crimes.

Including but not limited to:

Abusing Qingli and not giving Qingli food.

Betraying the revolution.

Surrendering to the enemy.

Bullying the small and weak.

In short, a heenus cryme! Sentenced to exile!

Qingyuan blinked her eyes as she finished reading, unable to hold back her loud laughter. She clutched her stomach and rolled on the floor, laughing so hard she was out of breath and tears were about to come out.

"You're, you're already so old, how are you still acting like a little child?"

Seeing her like this, little Qingli got even angrier.

She was about to fiercely add a few more strokes to the kill list, noting her as unrepentant, adding to her crimes!

Seeing this, Qingyuan hurriedly stopped her.

"Alright, alright, the bun is yours. You're just a little girl, how can you hold such grudges? So petty."

She handed over the bitten steamed bun. Qingli's eyes lit up, but she still put on an act, raising her chin high. "S-Since Sister Yuan has sincerely apologized, I shall mercifully forgive you."

After saying that, she could no longer hold back the craving in her heart.

She snatched the bitten steamed bun, placed it at the tip of her nose, took a deep breath, and squinted her eyes in happiness.

This is the scent!

"I'm digging in!"

She opened her mouth, just about to put this hard-earned steamed bun into her mouth to properly savor this delicious delicacy.

The moving caravan suddenly stopped. Caught off guard, little Qingli lost her footing, and the steamed bun in her hand flew straight out, rolling on the floor a few times.

"My steamed bun!"

Qingli exclaimed, just about to pick it up and continue eating.

Suddenly, a familiar and disgusting call to little Qingli came from outside.

"We have arrived at the Holy City."

"Everyone, immediately, right now, put down everything in your hands and get off!"

It was the Troupe Leader's voice.

So annoying!

"We need to get off quickly." Qingyuan stood up, pulling little Qingli outside regardless of whether she wanted to or not. "If we're late, we'll be punished again."

"No... no..."

Qingli looked at the white steamed bun that was so close yet getting further and further away from her, and her tears finally fell in disappointment.

And this pain quickly turned into hatred.

She looked out the door with a fierce gaze!

Today's grudge will be avenged in the future!