Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

Upon hearing this, Qingque panicked and tried to stand up, but accidentally fell.

She was lying face down in the cramped space of the toilet stall.

Her panties were still hanging on her knees, and her buttocks were completely exposed to Qiye's direction.

Qi Ye was stunned.

He looked down at the scene before him, his mind blank for a moment.

So white, so pink and tender.

It's a white tiger.

He silently commented in his mind, "Not bad, I like it."

He quickly banished these thoughts from his mind, reminding himself that he was now in the body of the Diviner.

We must not tarnish Fu Xuan's reputation in this setting.

But the corners of his mouth still involuntarily curled up in a subtle arc.

Qingque turned around in a fluster and sat on the ground, shrinking back.

It only stopped when its back hit the door.

As she reached for her panties hanging from her knees, she stammered:

"Mr. Bu! I was just chatting with a friend!"

Why did you suddenly appear?

"I haven't finished yet! Diviner, this is perverted behavior!"

Qi Ye squatted down, placing her hands on her knees.

Fu Xuan's aloof and noble face revealed a twisted smile.

He tilted his head, and spoke in a serious tone:

"Little Sparrow, why would you call me a pervert?"

Everything must be based on evidence.

The "Immortal Boat Code" states: Those who falsely accuse their superiors shall be punished with caning.

Was your last statement an accusation against me?

Qingque looked at the face of the Grand Diviner in front of her, who had a perverted smile on his face.

My mind raced, trying to figure out how to answer.

Saying no would be tantamount to admitting that what I just said was a frame-up;

Is it possible that the Grand Diviner will carry out the caning here directly?

She felt like her brain was about to burn out.

Moreover, the real Lord Fu Xuan has not appeared yet.

According to Lord Fu Xuan's divination, if he hadn't noticed this, then something truly terrible must have happened.

When Qingque had no other options, she simply gave up the struggle.

"I... I'm just a gofer... I don't know anything..."

I spend my days slacking off, playing mahjong, and sneaking snacks; I don't do anything productive...

I am a parasite of Taliban.

You won't get any information from me; I really don't know anything.

She shrank back as she spoke.

"And killing me would have dirtied your hands..."

I have elderly parents to care for, young children to raise, and a mahjong table to support!

"When I die, no one will dust it off!"

Qi Ye squatted in place without moving, watching the little sparrow talking nonsense in front of her.

The girl was pressed tightly against the door at that moment.

A small white cotton cloth with a cartoon sparrow printed on it hung on the back of her knees.

Some parts are loose and slide down with the slightest wiggle.

She wanted to reach out and pull him, but she didn't dare to make any big movements in front of him.

All I could do was squeeze my legs together and bury my face in my knees.

The loose-fitting Tabuan uniform had slipped down one shoulder during the struggle, revealing... a dazzling white.

She exudes both charm and innocence.

He looked down at his current body.

Fortunately, he is now in Fu Xuan's body, with a pure and tranquil mind.

There wasn't even the slightest unnecessary physiological reaction in my body.

"Shut up."

He used Fu Xuan's soft and cute face to utter two words expressionlessly.

Qingque fell silent instantly.

She covered her mouth tightly with both hands, her eyes wide open.

Qi Ye took a step forward, squatted down, and stretched out her hand.

Qingque closed her eyes tightly, awaiting her impending death, or something even more terrible!

Then she felt a hand gently pull up the white panties hanging on the back of her knees.

She opened one eye and saw the "Diviner" with a focused expression.

He pulled the panties off her ankles, then spread his arms wide.

I held it up to my eyes and examined it carefully for a long time.

I looked at it from the front, then from the back, and even checked the thickness of the fabric against the light.

"Not bad, it's even a children's size."

Qi Ye concluded with appreciation.

Then he neatly folded the panties and put them in his pocket.

Qingque's face immediately turned red.

Her shame and fear were rapidly alternating and taking over.

The person was in a state of inner conflict and ultimately decided to first beg for mercy, hoping that someone might take pity on them and let them go.

"Please...please...don't kill me...don't kill me..."

If you like, I have many more at home... in all sorts of colors...

Let me go, I'll go back and get it for you right now...

Qi Ye watched as she looked at herself, both scared and embarrassed, yet still trying to force herself to promote her panty collection.

Finally, he couldn't hold back and laughed.

He reached out and placed his hand on Qingque's messy head, gently rubbing her hair.

Her movements were so gentle, a stark contrast to the pervert who had just pinned her against the wall, scared her, and taken her panties.

"Alright, alright, little sparrow."

"It's okay, it's okay, don't cry."

Qi Ye revealed a gentle smile on Fu Xuan's usually aloof face.

His tone softened as well.

"Don't think so badly of me."

How could I bear to kill such a cute little sparrow?

Qingque stared blankly up at him, still not fully recovered.

Qi Ye continued to stroke her hair, his tone still gentle, but the content suddenly took a sharp turn.

"However, now that you've discovered my identity, you can't just leave like this."

From now on, you will be my personal assistant.

Wherever I go, you go.

Do whatever I tell you to do.

Did you understand?

Qingque nodded blankly.

Qi Ye patted her head with satisfaction and stood up.

Just as he was about to turn around and open the door, he suddenly seemed to remember something and bent down to whisper in her ear.

A wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, and by the way, you also need to remember to bring me your old panties every single day from now on."

Qingque nodded blankly, still processing what had just been said.

My personal assistant, I hand over my panties every day.

She felt that the absurdity of what she had experienced today exceeded the sum of all her previous slacking off.

But the current situation is beyond our control; the real Grand Diviner has been taken away by this guy.

What else could a mere fortune teller like her do but nod?

Qi Ye looked at her listless expression with satisfaction, straightened up, turned around, and prepared to push open the door and leave.

He stopped just as his hand touched the door lock.

Then he turned around with a smile on his face.

"Oh right, I almost forgot to remind you."

He bent down, got close to Qingque, and looked at her with Fu Xuan's face up close.

"Your dear diviner is now in my hands."

Qingque's pupils contracted slightly.

"If you tell anyone..."

Qi Ye extended her index finger and tapped Qing Que's nose, her smile still radiant.

"Think about the consequences yourself."

He straightened up and patted Qingque on the shoulder.

Then he turned around, pushed open the toilet door, and walked out with the measured steps of a diviner, his hands behind his back.

Qingque was left alone, slumped there, staring blankly.