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

Chapter 181 The World Has Mermaid Language (25)

Shen Yun retrieved his treasured possessions from over the years, then ground them into powder bit by bit, and secretly poured them into Ai Wan's bathwater. The white powder instantly dissolved in the water and disappeared.

Thinking about what would happen inside, Shen Yun couldn't help but chuckle to herself. She was truly an incredibly intelligent, resourceful, shrewd, capable, clever, and obedient person...

In order to prevent Yan Fa'an from continuing to think that she was a pervert, Shen Yun chose to have the dog start the live broadcast.

After a while, a vein throbbed on Shen Yun's forehead, and he said rudely, "Don't censor it."

Damn it, the exciting part is actually a bunch of little squares.

Yan Fa'an stood aside and watched as her expression changed, sometimes smiling, sometimes frowning, and finally, two lines of blood slowly flowed from her nose.

At this moment, 2345 suddenly felt a little lost. It really wanted to know why its host had become a person with a head full of lewd thoughts in such a short time.

Shen Yun thought that this kind of gathering for sex was really rare.

"Can I record a video?" She wiped her nose, looking indifferently at the bloodstains on her sleeve.

2345 let out a listless, almost indescribable cry: "No."

It is possible, but it absolutely does not want to see such an eyesore of its host again.

Shen Yun expressed his regret.

Because such videos are a path to wealth.

She thought the dog was useless.

Seeing that the people in the room had fallen asleep from exhaustion, Shen Yun pulled Yan Fa'an's hand and walked out, muttering to himself, "A dark and windy night, a time for murder and arson."

He stealthily pulled out a golden dagger, adorned with strange patterns, but overall, its appearance was dazzling, as if it were blatantly proclaiming that he was a treasure.

The golden blade was placed on the fair neck and pressed down hard.

However, the dagger slipped and the blade landed on the pillow, tearing the soft pillow and revealing large patches of white cotton wool.

Damn it, I still can't kill her.

Shen Yun paused for a moment, then handed the dagger to Yan Fa'an, saying, "Give it to her."

Yan Fa'an, who had just witnessed all of this, was stunned for a moment, then pointed the knife at the chest of the person lying down and stabbed him hard.

When they arrived, they were all naked, which made them look quite disheveled and vulgar, so Shen Yun had to pull out a few quilts from the cabinet to cover them up.

She's such a thoughtful and clever little devil.

The knife tip pierced the bedding, cutting through flesh and blood, and the person in bed awoke with a start.

"Why...why..." Before she could finish speaking, Ai Wan began vomiting large amounts of blood, and the white cotton wool that had just been exposed was instantly stained red with blood.

Ai Wan trembled slightly. Her body, already weak from the affair, felt even more numb, leaving only a pain in her chest.

This person is Yan Fa'an.

She remembered those eyes.

He seemed indifferent and cold, as if nothing in the world mattered to him.

Shen Yun was shocked. She took out another dagger from her bosom and stabbed it into her chest.

As a result, the dagger slid across the path again in an extremely strange trajectory.

Good grief, this is simply discrimination against her.

"Host, hurry, someone's coming!" 2345, who was keeping watch outside, shouted urgently.

Shen Yun deftly pulled the dagger out of Ai Wan's chest, the blood staining her sleeves red. Ai Wan groaned again, her lips slightly parted, but she couldn't utter a word.

There were four men in the room: Nangong Chuzhi, Shao Qian, and two others who appeared to be new disciples, all of whom were outstanding in appearance and ability.

After thinking for a moment, before leaving, Shen Yun gave each of them a gentle pat on the foot, fairly giving their pleasure tools a good rub. The men instantly curled up like shrimp thrown into a frying pan, their foreheads covered in sweat like rain despite being unconscious.

For some reason, Yan Fa'an instinctively squeezed his legs together when he saw this scene.

The two strayed off course, occasionally encountering two other people who looked at them with unspeakable expressions.

The reason is probably her statement that she likes men that day.

Yan Fa'an still vividly remembers the bizarre scene he had just witnessed.

Bubbles can't kill that woman.

Although the idea was not very reasonable, he saw that when Bubble used that dagger, he could hardly hurt the woman at all.

Moreover, his knife should have struck the heart, which should have been fatal, but he could sense that Ai Wan was only unconscious.

This is very strange.

Is this the limitation on the abilities of merfolk?
Strangely enough, he had some thoughts about Ai Wan, who was lying on the bed, as if he should treat this woman well.

What the hell.

I finally found out the answer from Gouza.

Although you can get bits and pieces of information from outside sources, you won't find any private details.

Ai Wanzhen was not dead, but seriously injured and needed to recuperate. As for the four men, they were all castrated because of Shen Yun's powerful kick.

A story of a woman and four eunuchs that must be told at night.
Ai Wan was fine, but the four men were devastated. The one who was most affected was naturally Nangong Chuzhi. Heaven and hell were separated by a single thought.

Is this retribution for killing his brother?
Nangong Chuzhi stared intently at the bed curtains, their pale yellow tassels swaying gently in the night breeze.

There was no one in the room; he had driven away all the servants.

He suddenly felt resentful. For the first time in over twenty years, he had taken an interest in a woman, abandoning his dignity to share her with those lowly slaves. He hadn't even enjoyed it for long before he ended up like this. God was truly unfair.

Suddenly he thought, without that thing, could he still keep Wanwan with just his position as the head of the family?

……

Shen Yun plans not to return to the Nangong family for a while after leaving this time. Now, this fire doesn't need her to stir it up or anything to burn very brightly.

Moreover, she feared that her presence would backfire.

"Waiter, please, two superior rooms, please." Shen Yun smiled and handed over the silver.

Yan Fa'an frowned and corrected, "One room is enough."

The waiter turned to look at the two men, his face blank. "Gentlemen, how many rooms do you need?"

The two of them didn't look like they were short of money. Why would someone who's short of money be crammed into a room?

Xiao Erbai was completely baffled.

Taking advantage of Shen Yun's dazed state, Yan Fa'an handed over the extra silver, saying, "Just one room."

Upon seeing this, the waiter had a sudden flash of inspiration and realized that these two must be the legendary kind of relationship.

Unexpectedly, he actually managed to see them. The waiter carefully examined the two of them, a gossipy glint in his eyes.

The room was simply decorated, with only a bed, a dressing table, and a wardrobe.

That wasn't the point. Shen Yun silently looked at Xiao Er, wanting to know why the quilt on the bed was bright red and embroidered with the character for "happiness".

If all goes well, I'll probably apply for listing it by the end of November. I'm doing this out of passion, so I can't afford to waste time. ﹏

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