CHAPTER 277: CHAPTER 163: I DON’T WANT TO BE THE VICTIM, I CAN ONLY AWAKEN THE MINOTAUR’S STRENGTH

Undercover meeting.

Shami noticed the purple-haired girl’s face was even dimmer than before, her once shiny purple hair now messy, with four or five strands sticking out awkwardly.

"Elze, you look even more haggard now."

The purple-haired girl bit her teeth, clutching Shami’s collar with both hands.

"Stop saying such nonsense, hurry up and bring me back! I can’t stand another day in the Minotaur Tribe!"

Shami let the purple-haired girl shake his collar.

"If it’s a matter of treatment, Elze, I could double your salary when you return, and even give you a room in the Demon King Castle."

"It’s not about the treatment anymore!"

"What exactly is the problem then?"

"It’s a matter of values! Values! Not a single one of those cows is normal! Have you ever seen a married cow actively approaching a stranger like me, trying to develop an illicit relationship?"

"Isn’t that great? Elze, you’re quite lucky in love."

"Who wants an affair with a Minotaur cow! I’m from the Dragon Race! At the very least, a young girl from the Human Race!"

In recent days, after being promoted to the follower of the Minotaur Chief Tory, the purple-haired girl’s tribal status had rapidly risen.

The purple-haired girl, proficient in addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division within triple digits, and skilled in various elementary and middle school math problems, was rated as the Minotaur Tribe’s Wise One, encountered once in a century, leading many Minotaurs to try and curry favor with her.

Thus, openly and secretly, quite a few Minotaur cows tried various reasons to get closer to her, wanting to taste this Wise One and enhance their own bullship.

Shami thoughtfully held his chin.

"If you don’t want this luck in love, you could always avoid it, right?"

This sentence seemed to hit a sensitive spot in the purple-haired girl’s heart, and she suddenly collapsed to the ground, supporting herself with both hands, her shoulders trembling.

After a while, the purple-haired girl looked up, her eyes glistening with tiny pearls, and cried out painfully to Shami.

"Have you ever seen a cow tying up her own husband to a chair and then ○○ with another bull?! I completely don’t understand what kind of thrill you’d get from doing such a thing!"

"That’s a non sequitur, what does this have to do with you? At most, it can be considered an internal family anecdote, right?"

"But that husband is me!!!"

Tears fell from the purple-haired girl’s eyes.

Shami turned into a black and white sketch-like statue on the spot.

The purple-haired girl seemed to recall her experience from the past few days, her face full of despair and discomfort.

It turned out that what Minotaur Chief Tory said to her back then, about taking care of the purple-haired girl transformed into the Minotaur’s Strength, Lita’s wife, wasn’t a joke, but he really meant it!

Moreover, Tory was the most sentimental boss in the Minotaur Tribe.

That night, Tory tied the purple-haired girl to a chair and blatantly Lape’d Lita’s wife before her.

He even proclaimed self-righteously things like ’Look, this is the Chief’s care for you, Lita’; ’Open your eyes and see your wife, Lita’; ’I made your wife feel the warmth of the Chief, Lita’.

Firstly, she wasn’t Lita, so she couldn’t sympathize. Secondly, how could such a bizarre scene be acceptable no matter how you look at it!

The purple-haired girl thus isolated herself for several days.

After hearing the purple-haired girl’s words, Shami didn’t know how to comfort her.

It turned out that the Minotaur Tribe’s "Bull Culture" was so exaggerated.

It seems that not a single cow could be accepted, otherwise the pure atmosphere of the Demon Race would be severely polluted.

"So I can’t stay like this anymore. I’ve completely experienced the suffering of the wronged, and I don’t want to be a stand-in for the victim anymore!"

The purple-haired girl looked up, pitifully gazing at Shami.

"Aaaaah! The real victim should be me! That’s my wife! I’m Lita!"

Nearby, in a cage, the Minotaur cried bitterly.

Indeed, the real Lita was still locked up by Shami.

At this moment, the clear-headed Minotaur loudly howled at the two.

"That bastard Tory has been eyeing my wife for a long time! Let me go back, I want to bull his wife!"

The real Lita roared hysterically.

Shami and Elze stared dumbly at the impotently yelling Minotaur, Shami used the "Flying Farm Tool" to knock out the real Lita.

"Can’t sympathize with you at all, this is the pure love scene now, say that kind of thing and you won’t live."

A pink cow excitedly appeared in front of the cage.

"Lord Shami, leave this Minotaur to me, I have nine ways to torture it, nine!"

Shami thought about it, leaving it here was useless, so he approved.

The interrupted undercover bitter experience complaints continued!

Shami still didn’t know how to comfort Elze, such a blow to an undercover agent was indeed quite cruel.

He gently pulled up the purple-haired girl, thought for a moment, and felt it was better to express the Demon King’s tenderness through actions.

Shami pulled the purple-haired girl close, and slowly hugged her.

"Alright, alright, I’ll clean up all these Minotaurs. Now the Minotaur Tribe within us is all pure love Minotaurs, this won’t happen again."

Shami embraced the purple-haired girl’s waist with one hand, and patted her head with the other.