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

Chapter 164 The World Has Mermaid Language (8)
"Do you like the head of the family?" The ear tips, unique to merfolk, suddenly flickered.

Footsteps followed slowly behind her, and Aya shook her head. "I don't like it."

"Is it because of his identity?" Shen Yun was somewhat surprised. Although Yan Fa'an's appearance was not the most handsome, he had an attractive aura.

“No, the patriarch looks very fierce.” She paused, her cheeks slightly flushed. “Actually, I think Shen Ran is prettier.”

Isn't she even more beautiful? With a pair of fox-like eyes blinking, she could steal the hearts of countless naive young girls and sentimental young women.

Her mood became even more complicated.

Shen Ran probably underestimated the charm of his own face, while overestimating the attractiveness of his family head.

The changes in the Nangong family were so significant that Yan Fa'an became interested in them.

His usually calm and collected eyes brightened.

In Shen Yun's eyes, this person looked like a lazy cat. He seemed calm and indifferent to everything around him, but in reality, he was so curious that he wanted to paw at it all the time.

"Bubble, do you think there's something unusual about Ai Wan?" He had met Nangong Chuqi a few years ago, and it was rather suspicious that he would go to such lengths for a woman.

What's more, the fact that he's willing to share a woman with other men is utterly ridiculous.

At this moment, Yan Fa'an's face was faintly blurred in the candlelight, revealing a melon seed held between his delicate and slender fingers.

There were still quite a few melon seed shells in the white jade plate next to it.

Shen Yun stood to the side, expressionless. "Patriarch, it's time for bed."

She really couldn't understand why someone would be involved in eating sunflower seeds and gossiping; it was hard to accept just thinking about it.

"No rush." ​​Yan Fa'an picked up a cup of warm tea, took a small sip, and asked, "What are your thoughts on the friendly match between the Yan and Nangong families a month from now?"

"I believe that with so many talented people under your command, Master, we are sure to win first place."

Yan Fa'an seemed dissatisfied with the answer. He sighed, put down his teacup, and said in a troubled tone, "But Nangong Chuqi asked me to have my disciples go easy on me in the friendly match."

WTF?

Shen Yun felt that he might not have heard clearly.

Although Ai Wan has captured the hearts of many powerful figures in the Nangong family and obtained many high-grade ancient martial arts techniques, no matter how talented she is, she can never compare with the Yan family disciples who have been practicing diligently for many years.

Unless she can obtain a martial art similar to the Star Absorbing Technique.

Unfortunately, this world doesn't have that.

"Did the head of the Nangong family misexpress himself?" Shen Yun's eyebrows twitched slightly as he watched the number of melon seeds dwindle.

They eat sunflower seeds and drink water late at night, without worrying about frequent urination, urgency, or incomplete emptying of the bladder.

It is clear that Yan Fa'an is not afraid.

He elegantly picked up a melon seed, gently squeezed it with two fingers, removed the kernel, and put it in his mouth. The whole process could only be described as an art.

“No, that’s what he thinks.” Yan Fa’an shook his head as he thought about the information he had been asked to find out. To be honest, he never realized before that Nangong Chuqi was a brainless person.

Shen Yun said seriously, "Then what do you think, Patriarch?" Is the female lead's halo really that powerful? It can exert pressure on people even from thousands of miles away?

"Of course not." Yan Fa'an's face darkened. He was just curious about what kind of woman could make this Nangong family head lose his mind.

Seeing that he still looked incomprehensible, Shen Yun couldn't help but roll her eyes. Anyway, it was dark around them, and Yan Fa'an's attention wasn't on her.

"Since the patriarch is unwilling, then we will not agree. It's a competition, after all; how can we control the force used?"

He slightly raised his head, his starry eyes shining brightly in the dim candlelight.

It seemed to hold a sudden realization.

"You're right, Bubble, you're amazing. I couldn't have come up with such an unkind idea." Wait, don't lie down. Say what you just said again, and I promise I won't beat you to death.

Yan Fa'an didn't notice his angry glare; instead, he slept even more soundly. Damn it, when did this man learn to fall asleep so quickly?

After staring for a while, my eyes started to ache, but the person bulging under the thin blanket didn't move at all.

Because of her irregular sleep schedule, she shouldn't have felt sleepy, but she was kept up by Aya during the day and didn't have time to catch up on sleep.

The soft sound of a cat snoring drifted over, and she gripped the bedpost, collapsing down with the force of the movement.

In the darkness, she heard no sound of tearing fabric, but felt as if she were immersed in warm seawater, feeling incredibly comfortable.

"Slap!" Yan Fa'an was suddenly woken up from his deep sleep. He opened his eyes blankly and touched his cheek.

A large, pale golden tail appeared in the hazy mist.

Wait, the tail?
He rubbed his eyes, then opened them again.

The hallucination hadn't disappeared; he probably hadn't fully woken up yet.

"Snapped".

This time, he clutched his wrist tightly, his eyes filled with confusion and a hint of grievance. It hurt so much.

This dream is so realistic! It can even simulate pain.

"Snap," another sound.

Yan Fa'an's body was slightly bent, his face showed pain, large beads of sweat slowly rolled down his forehead, his legs trembled involuntarily, and his hands covered a certain spot.

The pain was excruciating, penetrating to the very core of my spine; it was hard to describe.

He is now certain that this is not a dream at all.

When the large, light golden tail attacked again, he ignored the pain in his body and quickly grabbed it.

If he gets hit in that spot again, even a celestial being couldn't save him.

It is entirely light gold, with the color distributed very evenly.

It wasn't as smooth as he had imagined; he could feel the layers of the scales.

It feels nice to touch!

So he wasn't mistaken last time.

Following the tail, one could see that the person's cheeks were covered in sweat, but their appearance didn't seem to have changed much, except that their ears had become pointed, making them look exceptionally cute.

However, he vaguely remembered that the location of the scar seemed to have changed.

He touched it subconsciously and saw that the area his finger had touched had turned pinkish-white, and a scar had appeared on his index finger.

He glanced at the handkerchief beside his pillow, held it in his hand, and gently wiped his face.

Some parts of her face were still completely black, but the exposed skin had a translucent, fair glow, while her cheeks were flushed with an alluring red.

His lips curved into a smile, and he gently touched them, then looked at his fingers with a puzzled expression.

So soft.

But so she was a mermaid? He had already guessed it, but her appearance didn't match.

Now it fits perfectly in every way.

Merfolk, why aren't you staying in the sea? What are you doing at Yan Fa's house?
But such a big tail must taste delicious. How should he cook it? Braised? Steamed? Or stir-fried? Yan Fa'an couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

I have exams on the 13th, so I'll be taking a break from updating for a few days. I'll make up for it later.
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