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

Chapter 167 The World Has Mermaid Language (11)

Aya was delighted to receive the praise, and hurriedly packed two plates of food into a box before walking out with light steps.

Alas, even Aya has abandoned her.

A small fish wrapped in dough floats on the clouds; I eat as I walk, and the more I eat, the sadder I become.

She was no longer the dearest fairy in Aya's heart.

As for 2345, which had been in her pocket, it struggled to bite the cloth strip tightly binding its mouth. The host was too wicked, keeping its mouth tied up except when it was eating.

After struggling for a long time without any response, 2345 became furious and started to act recklessly. He then redeemed a lot of good items in the system shop before stopping amidst a sharp warning.

It nervously gripped the edge of the pocket. Actually, its relationship with its host should be pretty good. The host wouldn't kill it over such a small amount of points, would it?

In the following days, she went to Aiwan's rooftop to check on her without fail.

Then an indescribable liquid started flowing from his nose.

Looking at the large smear of bright red on her fingers, confusion overwhelmed her. Had she gotten a nosebleed from looking at a woman's body?
She gently closed her eyes, her heart pounding with anxiety as she touched her chest. No, no, she couldn't be that kind of sleazy person.

Through the lifted tiles, a vast expanse of snow-white came into view.

"Whoosh!" Blood gushed out again from the spot that had just been wiped.

Damn it, could it be that she really has designs on Ai Wan's body?
She glided down from the roof with the grace of a cat, then placed the white ball in her pocket in an inconspicuous corner.

He whispered, "This is your chance to redeem yourself. Keep an eye on it for me."

2345's light brown pupils slowly descended, and he shook the cloth strip over his mouth.

Shen Yun thought for a moment before tearing off the very pretty bow tied around its mouth. "I'll take it off for you, but stop talking nonsense, or I'll tie it back on for you."

Just as 2345 was about to show off, it silently shed tears in its heart, finding it unbearable that it couldn't say anything nonsense.

Although it wanted to argue back, the thought of its host seeing its score after the world ended made it tremble with fear.

Back in the courtyard, I happened to run into Yan Fa'an walking out.

He then pulled Shen Yun, who had a blade of grass in his mouth, over.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

Yan Fa'an, not entirely satisfied, plucked off the blade of grass that was a mix of green and yellow, and said seriously, "A girl should act like a girl."

Her face was completely black, with a knife scar on her face and a few distinctive black moles on her chin. She looked like a girl.
"Come out with me," Yan Fa'an said succinctly.

"Don't go."

Yan Fa'an just watched her quietly without saying a word.

Shen Yun was speechless: "Go away, go away."

What kind of mess has she created day by day? Not only does she have to strive for self-improvement, but she also has to constantly be wary of the dangerous ideas that this fastidious man, Yan Fa'an, might have.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Shen Yun looked resistant. "If you're going out, then go out. Why climb a mountain?"

"Are you dissatisfied?" Yan Fa'an frowned slightly as he scrunched up her face like a bun.

Who is she? Bringing people to the middle of nowhere and expecting her to be nice?

She smiled and said softly, "I'm not dissatisfied, just a little happy."

Is this what a happy expression looks like? Yan Fa'an was a little puzzled. After walking for a long time, sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, and Yan Fa'an squinted his eyes. "If you're happy, I'll bring you out again next time."

Who would like that!
"Thank you, Master."

It took the two of them half a day to reach the top of the mountain without their feet touching the ground. Shen Yun, his face flushed and panting heavily, walked to a rock and sat down with a thud.

"Patriarch, you have to give us a reason for coming up the mountain." Shen Yun licked his dry lips and shielded his eyes from the glaring sunlight with one hand.

"Didn't I say that?" Yan Fa'an asked in a banquet.

His eyes looked innocent. He thought back and realized that he really hadn't told Bubble and the other person why they came out, which was awkward.

He touched his nose and said awkwardly, "There's a kind of herb on this mountaintop called Zhizhi Grass. You take it, dry it in the sun, grind it into powder, add it to dozens of other herbs, burn it in a furnace until it becomes a paste, and then roll it into pills. I read in an ancient book that this prescription can suppress the urge of merfolk to transform."

"I'm afraid your legs will turn into tails during the competition."

"Now all we need is the herb Zhizhi."

Shen Yun paused, somewhat bewildered. Suppressing transformation? A contest? Wait, why would she want to have a contest?

She asked subconsciously.

Yan Fa'an looked at her in surprise, then a slight apology appeared in his eyes, "I forgot to tell you, I signed you up."

Shen Yun looked at him coldly, her feelings complicated, unsure whether she should be grateful or angry.

"Where does the Zhizhi Grass grow?" Shen Yun asked.

There's not much else here, just a ton of weeds.

Strange sounds could still be faintly heard.

"Ancient books record that the herb Zhizhi grows in dark and damp places, where snakes often surround it."

The deeper you go, the more vibrant the colors of the flowers and plants become. You could see small animals walking and jumping around before, but later on, there was almost no sound at all.

"This is it." Yan Fa'an pulled the person behind him and stared intently ahead.

"Holy crap, what is this thing???" Shen Yun was pulled back a few steps and then looked at the thing hanging on the tree in front of him again.

Its waist was almost as thick as that tree, its tail tip tightly coiled several times before standing upright in the air, its crossed tongue occasionally sticking out, its huge head slightly leaning forward, and its eyes gleaming with a chilling light.

Is that a snake?
This is a monster!
Just as Shen Yun was about to pull Yan Fa'an back, he unexpectedly lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body took off, he drew the soft sword from his waist, and flew forward.

The tip of the sword landed on the black snakeskin, and then... slid away.

"Silky".

How embarrassing! This scene is not what she imagined. Although the snake is a bit big, shouldn't the scene show the snake being split in two and Yan Fa'an gracefully stopping?
He landed lightly on a branch and began to observe.

To be honest, he only wanted the Zhizhi Grass, not the snake's life. In the struggle for survival, it's truly remarkable that it was born in such a state.

The man and the snake were locked in a fierce battle. Seeing this, Shen Yun tried to move his fingers, but only a faint white light struggled to flow from between them, with little effect.

Shen Yun gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. The merfolk in this world are the only creatures that can use the limited spiritual power. It is no exaggeration to say that they are the darlings of the Heavenly Dao. However, no merfolk has ever tried to introduce external spiritual power into their bodies.

In the pitch-black world, she kept groping until she saw a glimmer of light in the distance. She slowly walked over, grasped the light in her palm, and felt a sharp pain spread from her palm to every inch of her body.

(End of this chapter)