Transmigrated into a villainous guide who picks up bargains, a useless person is transformed into a

"Imperial sentinels value chastity above all else. Now that you've seen my entire body, I've lost my only remaining chastity. According to the law, I should be drowned. From now on... I'm afraid I won't even have a place to stand."

Shenyu frowned, covered his lips, and coughed a few times, his voice becoming hoarse.

"It seems my life as a celibate priest has come to an end. I wonder what title this 'devout believer' intends to give me?"

He looked up, a hint of coldness in his eyes, a half-smile playing on his lips: "If you're unwilling to take responsibility, then I'll just have to... pretend nothing happened."

Hearing this tea talk...

Lu Weiliang's eyes widened instantly, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly, looking like a fish that had been struck by lightning and gone mad.

Drowning? Taking responsibility? And giving them a formal title?

Each of these words is recognizable on its own, but together they are more terrifying than a killer's pursuit.

She recoiled abruptly, shaking her head violently. "Wait! Sir, this isn't right! I simply fell into the water; I didn't do anything to endanger public order. You can't turn around and accuse me... Besides, I'm not qualified to give you any title!"

She was so anxious she almost bit her tongue, her mind screaming: Damn interstellar space, damn honey trap!

Shenyu's wet eyes held an emotion that was hard to decipher.

The rejection made Lu Weiliang's heart tighten involuntarily.

Shenyu lowered his eyelids, his voice so soft it sounded like a sigh: "If that's the case, then it's fate. It's my destiny to drown in that pond."

Why is Daisy angry?

A StarCraft version of Goddess Daiyu!

Lu Weiliang felt as if an electric current was passing through her brain, like a high-voltage line had paralyzed her brain, leaving her completely powerless to resist these words.

You have to take responsibility if you watch it.

That's way too fast!

Upon closer reflection, it wasn't that fast; she couldn't judge this world by the standards of her original world.

From the day they awaken, the sentries fight against pollutants. Due to various reasons, they cannot receive regular guidance. Some sentries have never even seen a guide in their entire lives, and how long they live depends entirely on fate.

They originally had a lifespan of several hundred years, but usually their lives ended abruptly in their forties.

Shenyu is twenty-four years old this year. For him, whether tomorrow will bring death or survival is unknown.

Furthermore, the sentinels are taught from a young age that if a sentinel does not respect himself, he is like a rotten cabbage; if the guide sees his whole body, he loses his innocence; and he can never marry anyone else except that person. If that person does not agree, he will be drowned at best, and executed by slow slicing at worst.

This is clearly not an exaggeration.

Shenyu's eyes flickered, his voice trembling like a willow catkin in the wind, and he sighed softly, "Even if Director Lu Xiang is unintentional, I still ask for a word of certainty, so that my crippled body may at least find peace in death..."

Oh my god.

Here we go again.

Lu Weiliang felt she had been set up, but she had no real evidence.

She let out a long breath, as if she had made a huge decision, and looked up at Shenyu: "My lord, I promise I will keep this a secret from now on. This matter is known only to heaven, earth, you, and me. Let's just pretend... let's pretend it never happened, okay?"

"But the moment you flew into the pool, I was completely naked. How could I bear such a sight?"

His eyelids drooped, a faint blush rose on his cheeks, and his voice was soft and gentle, like catkins in the wind.

These veiled words of sympathy reached the ears of the people who had just entered the room.

"Clang!"

Ru Feng's dart slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, nearly severing his toe.

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he pointed at Lu Weiliang and burst into a piercing wail: "Aaaaaah! Lu Weiliang, what have you done?! That's our priest! A pure and immaculate priest! Aaaaaah! You'll pay! Lu Weiliang, you'll pay with your life..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly lunged at him, but fortunately Rushan reacted quickly and grabbed him tightly from behind.

Accompanying them was Xizelu, who had a lit screen hanging in front of him.

That was the real-time communication that Yan Mu had been holding onto Xize Lu Kai with all his might before he was sent to the Imperial Capital Hospital.

He insisted on seeing Lu Weiliang safe and sound with his own eyes.

At this moment, Yan Mu is leaning against the treatment pod in the picture, his chest covered with electrode pads, and his face is as pale as paper.

But those eyes were bloodshot, fixed intently on Lu Weiliang on the screen.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he practically gritted his teeth as he squeezed out a sentence.

"Lu Weiliang! I'm risking my life for you outside, and you, on the other hand, are... playing the sentry role inside?!"

The next second, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the screen was instantly splattered with crimson.

Immediately afterwards, with a muffled "thud," he fell straight into the treatment pod and passed out completely.

The butler, his neck still twisted at a strange angle, staggered out the door with his neck at a 45-degree angle, his voice trailing off in a drawn-out scream.

"Doctor! Quick! My young master is furious—someone come to his rescue—!"

Lu Weiliang froze on the spot, feeling as if a thunderbolt had exploded above her head, and her whole face burned hot.

She glanced at Yan Mu, who had fainted, then at Ru Feng, who was wailing at the door, and finally at Shen Yu's pitiful face. Her lips twitched, and she felt like she wanted to disappear into the ground.

Just then, Shenyu calmly adjusted the cuffs of his golden robe, lowered his eyes, and sighed softly.

"...It seems this is even harder to explain now."

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Lu Weiliang (Wei Si version): Brother Ber, what are you talking about?

Even someone as detached from worldly affairs as Xizelu couldn't help but frown deeply after hearing Shenyu's sarcastic and pitiful words.

He ignored the abnormal priest who was "possessed by a ghost" and reached out his hand directly to Lu Weiliang.

"The assassins outside have been caught. I'll take you back."

But before he could even reach out, Sha Ling intercepted his hand.

Sha Ling suddenly appeared behind him and slapped away Xize Lu's hand.

He squatted down, put his arm under Lu Weiliang's legs, and with a little effort, lifted her up steadily in his arms.

He gave Shenyu a cold glance. When they first met, he found this person particularly annoying, and now it seems his intuition was right.

With a hint of anger simmering in his heart, he lowered his head and planted a kiss on Lu Weiliang's forehead in front of everyone in the room.

The action, though subtle, carries a clear meaning: a declaration of sovereignty.

That kiss was something else entirely; the atmosphere changed drastically.

Xizelu's eyes instantly darkened, as if they had frozen.

The "innocence" in Shenyu's eyes vanished, leaving only a bottomless darkness.

Their eyes met, and it was as if invisible sparks exploded in the air.

On the screen, Yan Mu, who had just been rescued, happened to witness this scene, and his blood and qi surged.

He spat out another mouthful of blood, pointing at the figure on the screen and growling weakly, "Good... very good! Lu Weiliang, you're a ruthless person...!"

After saying that, he closed his eyes, kicked his legs, and fainted again.

She slept peacefully.

The butler cried out in alarm, "Quick, save him! My young master has died of anger again!"