The Two Hundred and Eighty Pound Fat Girl and Her Five Husbands

Chapter 130

However, Han Ye was already dead, so there was no way for him to swallow the resurrection pill. If the pill couldn't be swallowed, how could Han Ye come back to life!

"System, the pill can't be swallowed, what should I do?"

"Host, do what you do best, act like a hooligan!"

"Han Ye is already dead, what hooligan acts can I do now! If I act like a hooligan with a dead body, how can I still call myself a person?"

"Also, for such a high-end and sublime resurrection pill, shouldn't you have made it dissolve as soon as it entered the mouth? Why is it so hard to swallow like a candy bean?"

"Host, I didn't make this resurrection pill, why are you yelling at me?"

"Also host, you're trying to save a life, not act like a hooligan. You and Han Ye, mouth to mouth, you blow the medicine into him."

"Han Ye is a National Teacher, his lips are soft and fragrant. Whether you nibble or not, if you nibble you'll want to nibble more."

"Damn System! Piss off!"

"Sure! The system will piss off immediately. By the way, let me congratulate the host in advance for getting fat again, and then use your uniquely gifted weight to press down on your little husbands and become a female hooligan again!"

"Piss off!"

"Okay host, the system will piss off promptly now."

After the annoying voice of the system disappeared, Lin Zaozao directly pried open Han Ye's mouth and blew into it with one breath.

She blew and blew, damn, this resurrection pill just wouldn't blow in! Lin Zaozao looked at the resurrection pill still in Han Ye's mouth, and was anxious for a while.

Uncle Zhang, Dashan, and Little Xibei, who were leaning over the coffin, widened their eyes when they saw Lin Zaozao's actions of kissing Han Ye.

For a moment, they didn't know whether to look or not look.

Han Ye was already dead, how could their little master do such an inhumane thing to a corpse!

This was going too far!

Just like this, Little Xibei, Dashan, and Uncle Zhang stared woodenly at Lin Zaozao's every move, clinging to the edge of the coffin.

"Damn System, the pill can't be blown in! What should I do?"

"Host, give the little beauty Han Ye a French kiss, use your tongue to push the resurrection pill in."

"..."

Lin Zaozao blanked out for a second, looking at Han Ye's moist and jade-like face, and silently said in her heart.

Brother Han Ye! I'm sorry, this French kiss seems unavoidable.

Why don't you just take one for the team! I'll be gentle.

After making psychological preparations, Lin Zaozao took a deep breath, held Han Ye's head, and started her "French kiss."

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Seeing this scene, Dashan, Uncle Zhang, and Little Xibei, who were leaning over the coffin, immediately turned their heads, not daring to continue watching.

This, this was too eye-burning.

By the time Lin Zaozao finally fed the resurrection pill into Han Ye's stomach, she let out a long sigh of relief.

Damn! This "French kiss" took too much effort. When she kissed just now, her teeth hurt from the clashing.

But when Lin Zaozao saw the cut on Han Ye's lip that she inflicted, she guiltily touched his lip.

She seemed to have been too much of a beast just now, too vulgar!

But she really was anxious at the time! She really didn't mean to take advantage of Han Ye!

Lin Zaozao guiltily wiped away the blood on Han Ye's mouth, trying to destroy the evidence. But just as Lin Zaozao retracted her hand, Little Xibei's voice clearly reached Lin Zaozao's ears.

"Zaozao, don't wipe it, we all saw it just now. Zaozao, you, you..."

Meeting Little Xibei's incredulous gaze, Lin Zaozao sat up straight in the coffin and stuttered while pointing at Han Ye.

"I, I just now, wanted to save him. No, didn't want to nibble his mouth."

"Is that so? But I saw you stick your tongue into Han Ye's mouth already."

"This, this..."

"I, I really was saving his life! I really didn't take advantage of him!"

"Then did you save him?"

Little Xibei looked at Lin Zaozao with a look of disbelief, his eyes full of doubt.

Facing Little Xibei's distrustful gaze, Lin Zaozao looked at Han Ye who still showed no signs of waking up, and didn't know how to explain for a moment.

"System, I've already fed the resurrection pill to Han Ye, why hasn't he woken up yet!"

"Host, the resurrection pill needs a process, it doesn't take effect immediately after swallowing."

"How long is that process?"

"Not long, just two hours. But host, two hours here is equivalent to four hours in modern times.

Please wait patiently, when you suddenly become fat, Han Ye will also wake up."

"Okay! I'll wait."

"Little Xibei, my medicine..."

"You must have blown immortal breath!"

Facing Little Xibei's distrustful gaze, Lin Zaozao promptly swallowed back what she was about to say, and said with difficulty.

"Little Xibei, Uncle Zhang, Dashan, really, just believe me this once. Really, in just two hours, Han Ye can wake up."

"Really?" Little Xibei said doubtfully.

"Really, absolutely guaranteed." Lin Zaozao promised.

"If after the time is up Han Ye doesn't wake up, you won't stick your tongue in his mouth again and give him another breath of immortal aura right!"

"Little Xibei, I already said, I was saving his life then, not sticking my tongue in his mouth or blowing immortal aura!"

Hearing Lin Zaozao's shouts, Little Xibei's eyes were full of disbelief.

One was the National Teacher of Canglan and Fengshuo, the other the High Priest of Han Country.

He thought their skills were top-notch.

But they had never heard of someone dying and coming back to life. If you talk about resurrection, it was only trading a life for a life.

Thinking of this, Little Xibei's eyes turned cold. He reached out and took Lin Zaozao out of the coffin, and loudly asked.

"Zaozao, the method you used to save Han Ye's life isn't trading your life for his right! You used your own life to trade for Han Ye's, do you think he would agree?"

"Zaozao, you don't know how much effort Xibei and I spent to change your fate of early death. How could you not cherish your hard-earned life!"

Seeing the gravity in Little Xibei's eyes, Lin Zaozao hurriedly shook her head. Although she was willing to instantly gain a hundred pounds for Han Ye, their relationship hadn't reached the point where she would trade her life for his.

"Zaozao, did you use trading lives to save Han Ye?"

"No, no. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't!"

"Don't even think about it!" Little Xibei couldn't help but roar.

"Zaozao, remember this. Everyone here is willing to die for you. For your hard-earned little life, you must live well for me, understand?" Little Xibei said sternly.

"Understand."

Lin Zaozao obediently nodded.

Damn! Angry Little Xibei was really fierce!

Seeing Lin Zaozao nod, Little Xibei's face was grave as he handed Lin Zaozao to Uncle Zhang. With one hand he lifted the golden coffin lid and placed it on the ground.

"Dashan, help me keep guard. I'm going to divine!"

"Yes, National Teacher."

After speaking, Dashan also drew out his huge sword from who knows where, guarding Little Xibei with a solemn expression.

Little Xibei walked to Lin Zaozao with a grave face, grabbed her hand, and gently asked.

"Zaozao, for your safety, I need a drop of your blood for my divination, okay?"

"Okay!"

Facing Little Xibei's solemn gaze, Lin Zaozao could only obediently agree.

It wasn't until Lin Zaozao saw Little Xibei take out a silver needle, prick her finger, and squeeze out a drop of blood onto a copper coin, that she came back to her senses.

Little Xibei didn't say anything as he looked at the blood on the coin, he directly went to the coffin and started divining.

Lin Zaozao watched Little Xibei's divination with surprise. There was a mysterious yet solemn air around Little Xibei as he divined.

Watching Little Xibei divine, Lin Zaozao felt like the air around him had solidified.

After a long time, Lin Zaozao saw Little Xibei's face become paler and paler, sweat sliding down his chiseled cheeks.

When Little Xibei finally stopped divining, he looked at the hexagrams with disbelief in his eyes.

The path winds round the mountain! Uncle Zhang, it means the path winds round the mountain!

"State Preceptor, what does it mean?" Uncle Zhang leaned in next to Little Xibei's side, looking at the oracle symbols puzzledly asking.

"What I mean is, my dear Zaozao, is truly the chosen one with ten thousand blessings. As long as she is here, no matter how dangerous the perilous situation is, in front of her, it can be resolved easily. Just like now, Zaozao can really save Han Ye without having to trade her life for his!"

Little Xibei's words made both Uncle Zhang and Dashan's gazes focus on Lin Zaozao at the same time.

They looked up and down at Lin Zaozao. The next second, Dashan directly threw away the huge sword in his hand, knelt at Lin Zaozao's feet, hugged her pants leg and started crying "woo woo".

"Woo woo woo... I knew my little master could gather all the blessings in the world upon herself. They all said I chose the wrong master, now I can tell them I didn't choose the wrong master.

My little master is not stupid, she is not dumb, nor ugly, she is the best little master in the world. Woo woo woo..."

While seeing Dashan's whimpering cowardly appearance, Uncle Zhang just smiled and nodded, but his eyes inexplicably turned red.

Back then, he gave up Han Country's military power and came to Canglan Country with Dashan carrying his 2-year-old little master.

More than ten years ago, he had been watching his little master being silly and stupid all day long, just like a doll without a soul.

She only knew how to cry, and once she cried she would yell "hungry".

The little master was already in her teens, and could only say one word, "hungry".

He and Dashan both knew that overfeeding the little master was not good, but when the little master cried, they still couldn't help but feed her.

After all, the poison in the little master's body, even a grown man could not withstand it. Let alone the little master, who was just an underage girl at that time!

Seeing the little master getting fatter and fatter, with no light in her eyes at all. It would be strange if he was not anxious!

Now seeing the quick-witted little master, how could he not be happy?

"Little master, can Princess Han Ye really be revived?"

Uncle Zhang looked at Lin Zaozao and asked excitedly.

"Uncle Zhang, Han Ye was not dead at all. He was just in shock. Um! Shock means fake death.

So with my little pill, he will surely come alive. But when I put the medicine in his mouth, Han Ye couldn't swallow it either! So! My actions just now were really not indecent to him, I'm not that vulgar."

"Oh I see, I understand."

After talking with Uncle Zhang, Lin Zaozao took the chance to help Dashan, who was still clinging to her pants leg crying, get up.

"Dashan, I don't know how others treat their masters. But what I can do is treat you like family. From now on, you can treat me as your sister."

"Hehehe... Little master, now I'm not afraid Uncle Zhang will blame me. Actually from the beginning, I always saw you as my little sister.

Speaking of which, little master you were still raised by me, Dashan, since you were a child."

Seeing Dashan's honest laugh, Lin Zaozao's heart also became happy.

At least Han Ye would not die!

She was also relieved!