radicalducati Chapter 111 Weak Woman
Chapter 111 Weak Woman
Chapter 111 Weak Woman
The flower shop at night is quiet and mysterious.
The dim yellow light from the streetlights shone through the windows, casting hazy shadows on the flowers inside the shop.
Tan Zhixin sat on a soft single sofa, her fair and smooth legs elegantly crossed.
She wore a simple white dress, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders. Beside her, a small blue snake was curled up, its head buried deep inside its body.
Tan Zhixin held a yellowed book in her hands. She lowered her head slightly, her eyes focused on the pages. Her slender fingers occasionally turned the pages, making a soft rustling sound.
The light shone on her profile, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, outlining a soft contour.
The flower shop was filled with the fragrance of various flowers, creating a unique and enchanting atmosphere. Tan Zhixin seemed to be immersed in the world of books, forgetting everything around her.
On the small coffee table next to the sofa, there was a cup of tea, its steam rising and gradually dissipating into the air.
She maintained an elegant posture throughout, serene and peaceful.
Just as she was about to turn to the next page, her slender fingers paused slightly, and a sudden flash of murderous intent appeared in her gentle eyes.
But soon, this murderous intent was perfectly concealed.
"Did you know that barging into a girl's bedroom late at night is a very impolite thing to do?"
Slowly closing the book, Tan Zhixin smiled and turned to look at the shadows of the flower shop's entrance, where a blurry human figure stood.
The door bell didn't ring at all; it was as if the person had appeared out of thin air.
"Excuse me, but please do it this way."
A magnetic voice sounded, and with a light step, the figure emerged from the shadows into the light, revealing a metal helmet.
Tang Zijun calmly looked at the woman in front of her. Judging from her appearance, she should be about the same age as her, but if she were a magical girl, she would definitely be considered old.
"Please forgive my uninvited arrival; this is our first meeting. You can call me that."
"Wolf Riders." Tan Zhixin uttered a name, quietly gazing at the armored figure before her.
Tang Zijun looked slightly surprised under his helmet. He hadn't expected the other party to recognize him so quickly. In his original plan, the two of them should have fought each other when they first met.
Magical girls and evil are mortal enemies, and this can already be seen from Qin Nan. If Qin Nan hadn't been unable to defeat me back then, the other party would probably have stabbed me twice.
Noticing Tang Zijun's silence, Tan Zhixin smiled gently.
"I'm naturally more sensitive to sound, and you don't disguise your voice, so..."
Upon hearing this, Tang Zijun understood something.
Because he had always acted alone, Tang Zijun had never specifically learned how to use disguise. He always found the enemy first, and then used the invincible transformation frame to gain the advantage.
To be honest, Mr. Qingnang's reaction was indeed somewhat unexpected for Tang Zijun. He seemed a little too calm, so calm that Tang Zijun could hardly believe it.
Anyone who discovers a strange-looking being suddenly appearing in front of them will instinctively adopt a defensive and combative posture; this is the instinct of every living being when encountering the unknown.
However, Mr. Qingnang remained lazily leaning on the sofa.
After a moment of silence, Tang Zijun frowned slightly. "You don't seem surprised by my appearance. Aren't you afraid I might do something to you?"
"I'm scared." Tan Zhixin's lips curled upwards as she casually placed the book next to her teacup. "That's why I usually don't dare to take a single step outside."
As soon as she finished speaking, Tang Zijun immediately felt a sense of crisis.
Her eyes darted around rapidly, a sense of danger coming from all directions, but Tang Zijun couldn't pinpoint the exact location of the other party. It seemed so close, yet so omnipresent.
In the peaceful and quiet flower shop, pots of fresh flowers exude a delicate fragrance, but each petal seems like a sharp blade hidden behind its beauty.
The delicate, luscious stamens clustered together, watching Tang Zijun's every move. It seemed that if Tang Zijun did anything excessive, these potted plants would explode like bombs.
At this moment, each pot of flowers is like a silent assassin, quietly awaiting its owner's command.
Although Tang Zijun was absolutely certain that these plants wouldn't harm him, their sheer number and the sense of danger they posed did give him a jolt.
It's true that the more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous she is.
The magical girl in front of me has completely transformed the flower shop into her own fortress; no wonder she is so fearless.
At that moment, Tan Zhixin's gentle voice rang out again.
"There are many gaps between the inner world and the real world. I can be sure that I am safe around here, but I can't guarantee that there are eyes watching me from behind the mirror. Just think of it as a weak woman protecting herself."
This woman has indeed dealt with greedy people before.
"You don't seem like a 'weak woman,' Mr. Qingnang." Tang Zijun's eyes held a hint of admiration.
"You don't seem like a 'boy' either, Mr. Wolf Rider." Tan Zhixin picked up her cup and took a sip.
"I've been curious ever since Qin Nan called me. I was thinking of getting a few of my girlfriends to investigate your identity, but before I could even start, you came to me first."
"I never expected that Qin Nan would get involved with the greedy, but if it's you, then it makes sense that you have the ability to monitor several cities."
"You've misunderstood. I'm not a greedy person."
Tang Zijun said calmly, and then added at the end.
"And there are no more greedy people in this world."
Hearing Tang Zijun's calm and composed words, Tan Zhixin's heart stirred, but she showed no outward reaction, instead gazing at the man before her with a meaningful look.
Tang Zijun didn't intend to reveal all his past on their first meeting; his purpose in coming here tonight wasn't for a date.
"Actually, I didn't want to get in touch with you so soon, but plans can't keep up with changes, and I think it's better to resolve some things as soon as possible."
As she spoke, Tang Zijun took out the framed specimen from her bosom, intending to walk over and hand it to the other person, but then felt that her actions might cause a misunderstanding, so Tang Zijun put her raised foot back down.
Almost every magical girl loses something important while maintaining peace.
Perhaps she was not a greedy person, nor was she the enemy of these girls, but Tang Zijun understood that it was completely unrealistic to expect them to lower their guard with just a few words.
We can't solve everything with force, can we? Master Qingnang isn't Chang Lei.
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Just as Tang Zijun was pondering whether to aim at the 'basket' and shoot a three-pointer, a slender vine hung down from above and gently wrapped around the photo frame in Tang Zijun's hand.
Tang Zijun subconsciously looked up and found that a pot of daffodils had sprouted branches.
A magical girl with the element of wood.
Even though no incantation was heard, the man could control the surrounding plants as if they were his own arms. This Qingnang Master's methods are truly terrifying.
The branch delivered the photo frame into Tan Zhixin's hands, then slowly withdrew.
Looking at the humanoid skeleton in the photo frame, Tan Zhixin frowned slightly, and the emotions in her eyes changed.
"Ahem, don't get me wrong, I asked a friend to assemble this. He's a bit of a collector; he likes to package up interesting things."
Tang Zijun's tone was somewhat helpless, but Tan Zhixin didn't care about that. Her gaze remained fixed on the photo frame, and her hand touched the bones through the glass.
"What do you mean by bringing this over?"
"Do you remember what we talked about on the phone before? I had someone research the alien beast eggs and the results are in. What you have is the reason why the alien beasts are not afraid of sunlight."
Tang Zijun said softly, "This skeleton of a little human was extracted from the eggs of an unhatched alien beast. They hadn't been absorbed or digested yet, so they were barely preserved."
"It's just that I've never come into contact with this kind of creature before, and the energy remaining on the skeleton is somewhat similar to the power of nature, so I wanted to come and consult a professional like you."
As he spoke, he was also observing Mr. Qingnang's face.
Subtle facial expressions often reveal a person's inner thoughts, but Mr. Qingnang was very good at managing his expressions, and even Tang Zijun couldn't glean any valuable information from them.
Just then, a cell phone rang urgently.
The cheerful music broke the dull atmosphere and drew Tan Zhixin's attention away from the specimen in her hands.
Reaching for her phone on the table, and reassuring the wary Xiaoqing, Tan Zhixin looked at the caller ID on the screen.
"Nana?"
The moment Tan Zhixin saw this nickname, an image of a warm, cheerful, and adorable girl immediately came to mind.
Unlike her personal cell phone, this phone is her work phone used specifically to contact the various magical girls.
She has two more phones like this, and each number contains the names of all the magical girls she knows. She prepares several in case she encounters a busy signal at a crucial moment.
Generally speaking, Tan Zhixin doesn't want to hear the phone ring at night, because nighttime is the time when magical girls 'work'.
If she received a call at this time, there was only one possibility: her sisters were in danger, and in a serious danger that required them to call for help.
Tang Zijun looked up slightly at the man in front of her and nodded in understanding.
She then swiped the screen to answer Nana's call.
"Hey, Nana?"
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There was silence on the other end of the phone.
After a long while, a slightly trembling voice finally came through.
"Sister Tan coughs at me."
The voice didn't sound like that of a young girl at all; instead, it was incredibly hoarse and deep.
"I'm afraid I've run into some trouble."
(End of this chapter)