Quick Transmigration: Hosts, We're Only Responsible for Counterattacking

Chapter 161 The World Has Mermaid Language (5)

The next morning, she discovered that the person who was supposed to guide her had changed.

Perhaps because Miao Feng's ugly face had left a deep impression on her, she couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me, has anything happened?"

Her gaze drifted, intentionally or unintentionally, over the ginkgo tree in the yard, whose leaves had all fallen overnight.

It's impossible for someone to stay up all night and come here to shake the tree like crazy without anyone noticing.

It's neither painful nor itchy; it's more like a warning.

The man looked her over carefully with his fox-like eyes before saying, "Miao Feng, who greeted you two yesterday, was demoted to the lowest rank of servant because he did something wrong and disgraced the Yan family. I will be your guide from now on. You can call me Shen Ran."

Shen Yun pulled Lingzhi along behind, his face showing nothing but surprise.

Judging from the undisguised disgust on this person's face, one can probably understand where those two people went.

The two were led to a large open space, where many people dressed in the same clothes were sitting around, and at the top stood an old man with a black beard.

"The first hurdle is perseverance, the second is courage, and the final hurdle is testing your talent."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yun couldn't help but twitch her lips. She felt that the head of the family who came up with this method must be mentally ill.

Going up the mountain is not so bad, but climbing down the cliff with ropes is something that ordinary people cannot do.

So is this the real reason why such a large family is so sparsely populated?

A man stood on the high-rise building, his long hair tied up with a simple white ribbon.

The dark green robe was embroidered with unknown patterns, and a jade-colored sachet was attached to the waist, with a small jade pendant at the bottom.

His long, slender fingers pointed downwards, and he parted his lips slightly, "I want this person."

Shen Ran followed his finger and was utterly horrified. He managed to squeeze out a few words, "Why?"

"He's pleasing to the eye."

Shen Ran looked at it carefully again, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Although he wasn't someone who was particularly picky about looks, this didn't quite fit the description of "pleasing to the eye." "In my opinion, the woman next to him is more pleasing to the eye."

The head of the family is getting more and more picky. He can understand if he doesn't like delicate and soft girls, but what does it mean if he likes a scarred face?

The man addressed as the head of the family frowned unhappily. "If you find it pleasing to the eye, you can keep it yourself."

Shen Ran: Fine, let him shut up.

But this kid is really unlucky. With the patriarch being so fussy, he'll be tormented to death.

"Better to die for my friend than for me," he said, adding an extra stick of incense for him.

The wind whistled past her ears, and she arched her eyebrows, straining her legs upwards. Accompanied by the pitiful screams from the other side, her eyes appeared even more innocent.

Everyone present, including Aya, gaped in astonishment at the sight.

The Yan family, whether its own disciples or those selected from outside, all value integrity and uprightness. Such underhanded methods are truly unprecedented.

"Did I win?" Shen Yun slightly raised his chin, looking straight ahead, his face showing no trace of shame.

2345, who was hiding in Aya's pocket and occasionally tripping up its opponents, was also a little stunned. So that's how it works. But then it became troubled because no matter how powerful its claws were, it couldn't reach that spot.

Seeing the urging look in the eyes of the person beside her, Shen Ran couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly. She leaped down, her robes fluttering. "Ling... Bubble, from this day forward, you will serve the head of the family."

Everyone looked over in shock. How did this person get in? How could he serve the patriarch? Although he was different from the inner disciples and was nominally just a servant, the patriarch had hundreds of martial arts techniques at his disposal. He could benefit greatly from just a few moves.

"Where did this kid get such incredible luck?" the man thought bitterly, clutching his groin and lying on the ground, almost crying. If he had known that this action would catch the patriarch's eye, he would have performed it even more smoothly and perfectly.

Homeowner?

Is it the one with the brain disease?
"Aww!" [Host, quickly agree, the power of pillow talk is strong.] The white dumpling was extremely anxious.

After Shen Yun casually agreed, he felt a throbbing headache. Was it the pillow talk?
"In that case, you go down with Shen Ran first. He will tell you what you need to do next." A slightly deep and pleasant voice came from behind.

Everyone present, except for a few who knew the man's identity, was stunned by what they saw.

This man's attire was far too eye-catching.

Her dark green outfit made her skin look as white as snow, but the blatant red accents at her waist, collar, and sleeves looked rather strange.

"Master." The old man with the black beard sitting at the front walked up and stroked his beard.

He felt a little irritated. The head of the family had never liked being served. He had finally found someone he found pleasing to the eye, but it turned out to be a man, and so ugly!
He disagreed and advised, "Patriarch, could you please reconsider? There are many outstanding individuals among these newcomers."

The man glanced at him impatiently, and without saying another word, walked away.

The black-bearded old man shuddered. Could it be that the patriarch's glance just now was an expression of disapproval for him meddling?

He couldn't help but feel like bursting into tears. The patriarch, that fickle man, could still remember his name when he needed him, but now he wouldn't even say a word to him. He was truly despicable.

That night, Shen Yun was taken to a room.

She stood by the candle, feeling uneasy. Even if she was serving someone, she didn't think she needed to be there in the middle of the night.

And wouldn't it be strange for two men to share a room?

The room temperature gradually rose, a faint fragrance filled the air, and the darkness brought a slight sense of relaxation.

"Crack," was the sound of fabric tearing.

She moved her legs, then stiffly lowered her body. Sure enough, her tail was revealed, and in the dim candlelight, it could be seen to shimmer with a light gold hue.

"Dog, dog..."

After failing to get a response, she remembered that Gouza was still with Ayaori, and they were too far apart to communicate.

"Bubble, what are you doing?"

That voice is damn sexy.

Shen Yun couldn't help but shiver, and goosebumps appeared on his arms.

"Reporting to the master, I am preparing to trim the candles."

Give myself a thumbs up! I came up with such a great reason. Now, people with brain problems probably won't care about her anymore.

The man seemed somewhat displeased, his tone cold, "No need. Just come closer, stop in front of the bed, and stand still."

Shen Yun: What's wrong with this?
(End of this chapter)