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

"No way. I'm a man, how can I wear a dress! That's too shameful."

"Little Xibei, I think wearing a dress is much less embarrassing compared to exposing your little bird, believe me."

Lin Zaozao opened her innocent big eyes and said with sincerity.

"Zaozao, you're just a little girl who hasn't grown up yet, how can you look at a man's... man's..."

Little Xibei covered his crotch, speaking in a stammering tone.

"A man's what? Little Xibei, you've already exposed yourself, whether I want to look or not, I have to see it! It's so obvious."

Lin Zaozao chuckled lightly as she looked at Little Xibei's head, which had been painted green with medicine.

"Little Xibei, I'll compose a poem for you, do you want to hear it?"

"You can compose poems?"

Little Xibei asked in disbelief.

"What's the big deal? It's just composing a poem!" Lin Zaozao, who was dressed as a Priest, cleared her throat and continued. "Little Xibei, prick up your windy ears and listen carefully to the poem I've specially composed for you.

Ahem..."

"Stop clearing your throat and get on with it."

"Okay."

Lin Zaozao glanced at Little Xibei and forcibly suppressed her laughter before reciting loudly:

"A pot of wine amidst the flowers, Little Xibei is bald.

Raising a cup to invite the bright moon, his butt is chilly and bare.

Drunk, we make merry, awake, he covers his rear.

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When scaling the highest peak, lice crawl atop his head bare."

"Zaozao, you... you're insulting me!"

"I'm just stating the facts. Little Xibei, don't point your finger at me, or your little brother will be exposed again."

Lin Zaozao pointed at the dress beside her, her eyes full of laughter. "Little Xibei, are you really willing to wear split pants instead of a dress? You look so handsome, I think you'd look great in a dress."

"I... I..."

Little Xibei looked at the white dress in Lin Zaozao's hand, took a deep breath, and had to concede.

"I... I'll wear it! Can't I just wear a dress?"

"Why didn't you just wear it earlier? Otherwise, Uncle Zhang wouldn't have had to mend your pants for so long."

Lin Zaozao handed the white dress to Little Xibei and laughed as she pushed him into the room.

After Little Xibei went into the room, Lin Zaozao approached Xi Luo and cupped his face with her little hands, asking seriously, "Xi Luo, can your curse really not be lifted?"

"Sister, it can't. But after casting the curse, I can bless them as compensation."

"How do you compensate?"

"For example, I cursed Han Xibei to wear tattered pants for a month, but I can ensure he stays safe during that month."

"What do you mean? You're saying Little Xibei will face trouble this month? Xi Luo, can you also tell fortunes?"

"Sister, I can see a person's fortunes. Han Xibei's brows are dark, he will surely face great danger this month."

"I'm making him wear a dress for a month and confining him in the Imperial Palace, so he can avoid that great danger."

"Xi Luo, that's an amazing ability. To be honest, I also wish I had the ability to see others' fortunes."

As soon as Lin Zaozao finished speaking, the Death System's voice echoed clearly in her mind once again.

[Host, in order for the host to gain eyes that can see others' fortunes, this system has decided to make the host exchange her ten toenails!]

This time, before Lin Zaozao could refuse, before Xi Luo and Gu Shan could react, amid a shrill scream of agony, Lin Zaozao collapsed to the ground in pain.

She clutched her feet and let out a piercing scream of agony. After the scream, Lin Zaozao fell unconscious again.

"Little Brother, what happened?"

Xi Luo hurriedly held Lin Zaozao in his arms, looking at her pale face twisted in pain, and anxiously tried to take off her shoes.

But as soon as he touched Lin Zaozao's shoes, he clearly saw the fresh blood seeping out of them.

What was going on? How had things diverged from the previous life's events? That damned demoniac, how had he struck early again?

"Zaozao..."

Gu Shan stood by Lin Zaozao's side, about to hold her. But as soon as his hand reached out to touch her, Xi Luo pulled it away.

"Gu Shan, you're a nightmare, you can't touch Sister."

Ignoring Gu Shan's dejected look, Xi Luo quickly took off Lin Zaozao's white shoes.

The moment the shoes came off and Xi Luo saw Lin Zaozao's ten bloody, mangled toes, his golden eyes instantly turned blood-red.

That demoniac couldn't wait any longer.

The events of the previous life had been accelerated.

"Gu Shan, take Sister to get bandaged first, we can't wait any longer. Sister's memories should be restored."

"She is the child of fate of this realm, she will definitely be able to deal with that damned demoniac."

"Xi Luo, don't be rash. We're helping Zaozao recover her memories, not harming her."

"If Zaozao regains her memories without mastering her true Priestly abilities, you'll kill her."

"But Gu Shan, that damned demoniac has already been weakened to the extreme. For Sister's fate, he now wants to kill her, right under our noses."

"Do you think we can keep waiting? Besides, Sister's so-called Priestly abilities require sacrificing her life."

Xi Luo shouted, holding Lin Zaozao.

"I'm anxious too, don't I care about Zaozao? But unless it's absolutely necessary, we can't lose our footing."

"Xi Luo, we've come this far. Don't panic, wait a little longer, okay?"

Faced with Gu Shan's plea, Xi Luo's blood-red eyes gradually returned to their original golden hue.

Gu Shan was right, he couldn't panic!

For his big sister, he had to stay calm.

Things had progressed to this point, he absolutely could not panic.

If he panicked, it would give that bastard an opportunity.

But he couldn't easily let that damned demoniac off either.

Xi Luo embraced Lin Zaozao around the waist, then turned and headed towards the room. When Han Ye, Ji Fantian, and the others who had come running after hearing Lin Zaozao's agonizing cries saw her bloody, mangled toes, they exclaimed:

"What happened? Why are Zaozao's toes like this?"

Han Ye gripped Lin Zaozao's foot, his eyes filled with an unmelting chill.

"It's a sacrifice!" Xi Luo spat out the two words, then carried Lin Zaozao straight into the room.

After he sternly ordered Ji Fantian to bandage Lin Zaozao's toes, he looked up at Han Ye.

"Prince Han Ye, if I help you, will you let me become the true Priest of Han Country?"

"Yes," Han Ye agreed bluntly.

"Very well, Gu Shan stays, the rest of you leave."

Seeing Xi Luo drive the others out, Han Xibei, who had intended to argue with Xi Luo, had his mouth covered by Little Xibei and was taken outside.

Couldn't that idiot Han Xibei sense the terrifying atmosphere here? How could he still want to argue with Xi Luo?

Didn't he fear death?

After all, whatever Xi Luo said would come true. Except for the Lin Zaozao Priest and the Mingyue Priest, no one could escape.

Once everyone had left, Xi Luo's eyes reddened as he looked seriously at Gu Shan.

"Gu Shan, this time, do I really have to leave?"

"Xi Luo, what are you going to do?"