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

Chapter 370 Flowers in Full Bloom and Willows in Green (36)

Shen Yun's expression was complicated. "You bastard, I never expected you to think that way. You really disappoint me."

"It's not your fault that you're ugly, but you can't do morally depraved things."

Even if you're a dog with a dark heart, you should still learn to yearn for the light.

2345: What is this all about...?

It was truly an undeserved disaster.

[Host, actually having a great figure can be a problem. Look at Jing Mo, she's like a walking aphrodisiac. She gets hit on easily when she's out on the street, which is quite annoying.]

After it said this, Shen Yun became even more jealous.

Being constantly approached by fair-skinned, beautiful, and long-legged beauties is not a problem, it's blissful!

It's really annoying to compare people to each other.

"you shut up."

Seeing that 2345 was about to speak again, Shen Yun angrily stopped him.

2345 timidly shut his mouth.

Shen Yun changed her towel, and after thinking about it, she still felt a little unbalanced. She pulled a sharp knife out of the cabinet.

Sharpening their knives, they are ready to slaughter pigs and sheep.

Hey hey hey.

Shen Yun raised the dagger, ready to stab where he wanted to.

Wouldn't it be better if everyone kept it short?

[Host, no!]

The blade flashed slightly, and he twitched his eyelids twice, opening them with considerable difficulty.

Jing Mo: !!!
He hurriedly sat up, and the sharp knife lay beside his legs.

Almost...

He gritted his teeth and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Amu, what are you doing?"

Jing Mo couldn't even imagine what would have happened if he hadn't woken up.

Shen Yun casually put the knife away, showing no shame whatsoever for being caught red-handed.

2345 breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't know if the host had lost his mind, at least the plan hadn't failed.

It dared not imagine how the story would have unfolded if its host had succeeded.

Jing Mo was so frightened that his back was covered in cold sweat, and his face turned red and white, making him look rather ridiculous.

But his mental journey was quite difficult.

He could feel a slightly burning temperature on his body, but this probably had nothing to do with his current situation.

After all, he had never heard of a treatment method that involved castration.

He covered his body with the blanket, but when he saw her gaze still fixed on a certain spot, he suddenly felt a surge of uncontrollable heat, not just physical heat.

Shen Yun looked at the bulge in the blanket and immediately gripped the sharp knife tightly.

How could she possibly be jealous?

She's so perfect, there's no way she could be jealous of anyone.

Jing Mo subconsciously tightened the blanket and took a step back.

Although his mind was still somewhat confused, his long-standing sense of vigilance told him that Amu was in danger at this moment.

Jing Mo thought about it slowly for a while, and then he actually came up with a few ideas.

Why is Amu acting this way?

Before he fell into a coma, he wanted to emphasize things like Amu's inability to have sex. Although he didn't say it explicitly, it's understandable if you think about it carefully.

That's probably the real reason why Amu pointed the knife at him.

However, while Jing Mo felt a pang of unease, she also felt somewhat embarrassed.

Shen Yun pointed to a protruding area and accused, "I'm taking care of you, but, big brother, you've gone too far." Jing Mo shook his head absently, trying to regain some clarity, "What did I do?"

Wait a minute, shouldn't he be the one holding people accountable now?
"You shameless person! I've taken such good care of you, and you actually have bad thoughts about me?"

Shen Yun spoke subtly, yet with a strong sense of reason.

Jing Mo was indeed a little guilty, and her tone was somewhat weak, "Amu, it's not what you think. This is a normal reaction for men in the morning. Don't you have it too?"

It was stuck in the iron; of course, she didn't.

Yes, why doesn't she have it? Could there be something wrong with her body?
She suddenly became conspiratorial, wondering if it was Gouza who did it.

At this point, 2345 curled himself up into a ball and huddled in a corner.

Pretending to be asleep.

It's not that it's being overly pessimistic, but rather that the host's mind is currently not quite normal, making it prone to going crazy.

To avoid being caught in the crossfire, it's best to play dead.

"Bullshit, you're just filthy-minded." Shen Yun firmly believed he was right. "Brother, believe me, desire isn't a good thing for you. Lust is a double-edged sword. As long as you cut it off at its root, you can return to your previous state."

She was somewhat incoherent, and even rearranging the rest of her sentence didn't make much sense.

To eradicate the root cause?

Jing Mo perked up immediately. He propped himself up and tried to get out of bed, but was held down tightly.

"Big brother, I know you can't bring yourself to do it. As your dearest brother, I'll do it for you. Don't worry, it'll be over in a minute, just a blink of an eye."

Jing Mo's lips twitched slightly. As he watched the knife getting closer and closer, he gritted his teeth, pulled the person into his arms with a forceful pull of his right hand, and then held the person tightly with both hands.

The dagger fell to the ground with a thud, making a crisp sound.

Shen Yun blinked.

Things didn't seem to be quite as she had imagined.

She was immobilized, but she still didn't want to give up her ideas.

"Brother, I'm doing this for your own good. Many peerless martial arts manuals say that if you want to practice this skill, you must first castrate yourself."

Jing Mo gritted his teeth, "I'm just an ordinary businessman, I don't need to practice unparalleled martial arts."

"That's where you're wrong, brother. A person can lack ability, but they can't lack ambition."

Jing Mo: ...

He desperately wanted to faint, but he didn't dare.

That's right, I just don't dare.

Although the knife fell to the ground, who knows if she would pick it up and do something after he passed out?

He made a deal, "Amu, you see, I haven't had a woman by my side all these years, so there's no such thing as lust being a double-edged sword for me."

"Who knows? As the saying goes, you can know a person's face but not their heart. No one can guarantee that it's not true."

Jing Mo: ...

He felt his body was about to give out, but he absolutely couldn't faint now, otherwise he might wake up in pain again.

Thinking of this, Jing Mo pinched herself hard.

The pain brought him to his senses, and he held her waist tightly with one hand, not daring to let go for even a moment.

"Amu, listen to me, go find a doctor for me now."

If someone else were to come, they could probably stop Amu.

Shen Yun glanced at the spot where his hand was with disdain.

She didn't struggle at all, not because she couldn't break free, but because her waist was sore from the twist, and even the slightest movement hurt.

Looking at the knife beside him with some regret, Jing Mo had moved to the bed after waking up, making it even more difficult to deal with it.

However, if we don't take action now, the chances of succeeding later are almost zero.

Therefore, the most important thing for her now is to keep Jing Mo in a coma.

(End of this chapter)