Tang San absolutely refused to admit defeat in the face of the unfairness she suffered.
In her previous life in the Tang Sect, she had been an outer disciple. Despite her extraordinary talent for making hidden weapons, she had never earned the inner sect's recognition.
She had even been bullied and humiliated by inner disciples.
Yet she had never surrendered, never yielded!
Instead, through her own efforts, she had stolen the inner sect's most closely guarded hidden weapon crafting techniques and the Tang Sect's secret manuals.
She felt that right now, her catgirl mother was merely giving her a harsh spanking with a slipper.
If she surrendered over this little bit of pain and physical punishment, she would be going against her very nature.
Wouldn't that make her someone as timid as a mouse?
If Luo Li bullied her again in the future, she would remember what had happened today: even if she fought back, her mother would punish her in the end. Then she would no longer dare resist Luo Li.
Little Tang San felt that she would then become a soft persimmon for others to squeeze, their punching bag, through and through.
That was absolutely not what she wanted to see.
She had Innate Full Soul Power, and her Martial Soul was powerful too. In the future, she would absolutely rank among the strongest on the Douluo Continent.
She would climb to the very top, carry the Tang Sect to greater glory, and spread her name to every corner of the Douluo Continent.
She did not want to turn into a cowardly woman now.
"Ah... meow, meow, aaah!!"
"I won't accept this... I won't accept this, meow!"
"I did nothing wrong! Stinky Luo Li is wrong! Mommy is wrong!"
And so little Tang San continued resisting at the top of her lungs.
The louder she shouted, the more courage she felt inside, and the less afraid she became.
Smack, smack, smack!!!
Tang Hao, her catgirl mother, felt an agonizing pain in her heart, and even greater regret.
The harder this unfilial daughter of hers resisted, the more it proved how useless she was.
She became more and more convinced, more and more certain, that she had to teach little Tang San, this little catgirl, a harsh lesson.
And so Tang Hao, her catgirl mother, struck even harder.
No matter how strong little Tang San's will was or how much she could endure, faced with Tang Hao's attacks that spared no cost, she gradually felt that her body could not quite take it anymore.
Especially since her entire body had become more fragile after she turned into a little catgirl.
She discovered that her mental defenses were no longer what they used to be, either.
Especially when pain spread throughout her body, her brain did nothing but try to escape it, struggling against her will.
Tang San could still endure this for a while.
She kept telling herself that she could hold on a little longer, that she could make her catgirl mother recognize her unyielding resolve and strength.
Reality, however, held plenty of surprises.
When Luo Li bullied her earlier, it had not been mere tickling. It had left her body extremely sensitive.
In the end, that hateful Luo Li had even used a monkey steals the peach on her.
Although she had no peaches, the effect was much the same.
How should she put it?
Right now, she really wanted to go to the bathroom, really wanted to hurry up and open the floodgates for a satisfying release. She could barely hold on anymore.
On top of that, with her catgirl mother punishing her like this, little Tang San, this little catgirl, truly could not take it anymore.
Tang San had been clever since childhood and had practically never wet the bed.
If, now that she had grown this big, she suddenly failed to hold it in at a time like this and soiled her clothes...
How would her mother look at her afterward?
Especially with that hateful Luo Li right beside her.
Little Tang San could give a definite answer.
If she really did that, wouldn't Luo Li laugh himself half to death right on the spot?
Whenever he saw her afterward, the first thing he would remember would be the embarrassing sight of her back then.
Tang San felt that would be even more painful than killing her.
So Tang San felt she absolutely could not do that.
It would be far too humiliating, too great a loss of face.
She felt that if she really did that, Luo Li beside her and her catgirl mother would both have earned themselves a path to death.
Because only the dead would not remember this incident, and would truly be unable to spread word of her disgrace.
Yes, Tang San had neither surrendered nor become afraid. She simply needed to take care of a bodily problem.
Tang San comforted herself this way.
Then she haphazardly wiped the tears from her eyes, her body shaking with sobs as she wiped her nose, and begged her catgirl mother for mercy:
"Mommy, I know I was wrong. Let me go, meow."
"I promise, I promise, meow."
"I won't hurt Brother Luo Li again. I'll hurry and help treat Brother Luo Li's wound."
"Boohoo, Mommy, stop hitting me! I know, I know I was wrong! I know I was wrong! Boohoo, meow, meow, meow."
Tang Hao was no fool, either.
Hearing Tang San's lengthy plea for mercy, she immediately spotted the flaw in it.
This little thing had to be pretending.
It was not that she thought she was wrong. She was simply afraid of the pain.
Of course, Tang Hao did not expose Tang San.
Her purpose in punishing Tang San this way had not been to make Tang San recognize her mistake from the outset.
It was to make Tang San know fear.
As long as she was afraid, she would not dare do it again.
After all, the next time she really wanted to resist Luo Li and bite him half to death again, she would know in her heart that she had done nothing wrong.
But she would understand that if she did so, her catgirl mother would give her another harsh lesson.
Then she would not dare do it again.
Tang Hao only needed to achieve that goal.
As for correcting little Tang San's character, there would be plenty of time for that later.
The most important thing now was to have little Tang San hurry up and treat Luo Li's wound and apologize to him.
To restore their relationship to what it had been before.
Tang Hao soon released little Tang San.
She dropped onto the bed with a thump.
Little Tang San quickly clamped her legs together, her face flushed as she fidgeted in a rush.
She had already forgotten what she had just said about treating Luo Li's wound and apologizing to him first.
All she could think about was rushing outside to the little grove to solve her problem.
Otherwise, she really was going to unleash a flood on the spot.
"Wah, meow, meow, meow! Let me go, meow!"
But before little Tang San had taken even two steps, her tail was caught.
The momentum of her forward dash even left her running in place in midair for several steps.
Then, unable to break free of Tang Hao's grip on her tail, she landed straight back on the floor on her bottom.
The fall hurt her little bottom.
Tang Hao had already spanked it bright red, and now she felt a searing pain in her bottom.
It was as though the floor beneath her was not a soft carpet, but red-hot iron.
Her eyes had long since filled with tears from the pain, and they spilled onto the floor like beans that cost nothing.
Meanwhile, Luo Li had never intended to let little Tang San have an easy time.
He could tell from Luo Li's movements what he intended to do.
She dared bite him, and now she wanted to go to the bathroom? In her dreams.
So Luo Li endured the pain, found a rope, and with sharp eyes and quick hands, tied it straight around little Tang San's neck.
He tied the other end around his own wrist.
Now he would see how she could run.
And where could she run to?