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

Chapter 180 The World Has Mermaid Language (24)

Nangong Chuzhi wanted to reject the decision, but with everyone present, he couldn't make it too obvious.

They then planned to switch his medicine with his own, and that would be enough.

Yan Fa'an said only one sentence, which was quite easy, but he didn't know that because of his words, Nangong Fangrui was in unbearable pain.

Not only is she suffering from excessive blood loss, but she is also being subjected to torture-like death by a thousand cuts, and is being kept alive with the best medicine. For her, living is just a continuation of suffering.

At first, she desperately tried to explain that she was not a mermaid, but after all this torment, she only wanted to die.

She still harbored resentment, towards the merman and towards Ai Wan, who, despite her noble status, had ended up in such a state.

Although she didn't transform into a fish tail, her appearance was undeniable, so no one believed her.

"What are you two doing sneaking around outside?" a rough, hoarse voice called out.

Shen Yun quickly stood up straight and looked up to see that it was the head guard.

"I couldn't help myself because Miss Ai Wan is so beautiful..." He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear.

The head guard curled his lips into a smirk, his dark face etched with lewdness. "You two lads have good taste, but Miss Ai Wan is of noble birth, not someone you can even dream of."

Yan Fa'an, who was being forcibly coveted: "..."

"Alright, alright, stop thinking about those things. There's a lot going on lately, so be careful. If you see anyone suspicious, report to me immediately." The head guard waved his hand, signaling them to leave.

After they left, the head guard suddenly remembered that the two men looked somewhat unfamiliar, but the thought only briefly crossed his mind before disappearing.

Perhaps it was because I hadn't been around him before that I felt unfamiliar with him.

Half a month later, news came that Nangong Chuqi had died from his illness. It was said that Ai Wan was heartbroken after learning about this and spent her days in tears, and she began to lose weight little by little.

Shen Yun, who was very curious about this, wanted to beat up everyone who had spread the news when he sneaked onto the roof.

Perhaps they have some misunderstanding about being thin?

She was plump, and the thin inner garment was embroidered with a butterfly, which was originally fluttering and dancing, but now it was stretched out like a fat moth that was too greedy to fly.

Shen Yun held the white ball in one hand, enjoying the fluffy texture while secretly peeking at it.

2345 insisted that her behavior was very bad and felt that this was not something a positive person should do.

"Am I supposed to carry the sword of justice and righteously tell Ai Wan: 'Woman, what you're doing is wrong'?" Shen Yun took the opportunity to pinch the white dumpling again.

2345 nearly vomited up its brunch from being squeezed so hard, letting out a weak howl, "Ouch." [No, what I meant was, host, please don't come and spy on Ai Wan when she's disheveled.]

It always felt that its host was harboring some terrible thoughts.

Shen Yun paused for a moment, then began to doubt herself. Had she really developed lustful thoughts?

She looked over again, and the beauty under the candlelight was already shy and timid, her arms crossed in front of her chest, as if trying to block the beautiful view.

She might... be a little abnormal.

With a "smack," she slapped her face hard.

No, this is too exciting, she can't watch anymore.

"Who?" Nangong Chu asked cautiously as the boat was about to enter the alley.

He had suspected someone was spying on him before, but considering the heavy security, he thought it was just his paranoia. But that sound just now didn't seem like a hallucination.

Just as Shen Yun was about to leave quietly, he stumbled, then flipped over and crashed through the roof with a "thud," falling from the sky and landing on the ground.

"Hiss," she hissed from her aching back.

She rubbed her lower back with a pained expression, then looked up, sensing something was wrong.

He happened to catch the eye of the two people on the bed.

This is truly... damn fate! "Hi, good evening!" Shen Yun tried to force a friendly smile.

Ai Wan was both embarrassed and annoyed, her voice still carrying a hint of coquettishness, "Who are you?"

"Bodhi has no tree, nor is the bright mirror a stand. Originally there is nothing, so where can dust alight? Amitabha, this humble monk has a karmic connection with you two benefactors, which is why we have this meeting."

2345, held in the palm of a hand, silently closed its eyes. This was terrifying. What kind of host was it connected to?

Wearing the uniform of the Nangong family guards, with a thick head of long hair, he spoke "Amitabha" in the tone of a bald monk. Both Nangong Chuzhi and Ai Wan expressed that they could not accept it.

Embarrassingly, the two were not wearing any clothes, only a thin brocade quilt.

“Amitabha, it’s a pity that you two benefactors are not yet free from worldly ties and are not disciples of my Buddhist school.” Shen Yun struck a pose, then turned around. “This humble monk has disturbed you. If fate allows, we will meet again.”

After saying that, he tiptoed away quickly.

Things happened so fast that the two people in bed didn't even have time to react.

A few moments later, Nangong Chuzhi, his face ashen, ordered his men to investigate.

……

After running to a safe place, Shen Yun looked in the bronze mirror, took out some face powder from her bosom, wiped off her eyebrows, slightly elongated the corners of her eyes, and then dotted a large black mole on her chin.

Her appearance is completely different from before.

Great, she really is the best.

The only downside is that if you fall off the roof, your butt will hurt a lot.

Yan Fa'an's mood was also complicated. He squatted to one side dejectedly, completely disregarding his image.

If Shen Ran were to pass by here, he would certainly not recognize this as the refined and noble patriarch he had always known.

He thought for a moment and then asked, "Bubble, do you like Ai Wan?"

"You've been paying close attention to her before, and now you almost always seize every opportunity to peek at her, and even ambush people who like her."

Yan Fa'an felt more and more that his words made sense, and he felt as if a hand was constantly tugging at his heart.

Shen Yun didn't answer; she was also wondering to herself.

After a long silence, she finally said, "I'm going to peek at Ai Wan taking a bath."

"Oh, um?" Yan Fa'an's eyes widened, but he felt no dissatisfaction.

"You really like Ai Wan?" Yan Fa'an felt a surge of jealousy, though he didn't know why.

Shen Yun couldn't help but twitch her eyelids, and said sternly, "Of course not, I naturally like men."

The noise was so loud that it attracted the attention of the guards nearby.

The guards' expressions shifted from shock to disgust, and finally to fear.

They never expected there would be a pervert next to them, and they instinctively wrapped their clothes tighter.

Shen Yun: "..."

Yan Fa'anyan: "..."

Shen Yun was annoyed by their stares and pulled Yan Fa'an away to another place.

What she didn't see was that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Once you have a goal, you won't like them anymore, right? You can't judge a book by its cover. I never thought this guy, who looks like that, would have the heart of a pervert.

(End of this chapter)