Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Bai Weiran's sense of vigilance and rationality are higher than the average person's. He is cold and aloof with a sense of propriety, and refuses with politeness but with warmth. Logically speaking, he should be the type who is incompatible with a yandere girl.

Wu Ji hadn't expected Bai Weiran's method to directly open a small door in his own wall of rationality.

They let the yandere girls go in hand in hand.

If you want to see it, I don't care. I'll just let you see it and tell you everything I want to do and do. I'll unfold my thoughts and ideas for them, putting knowledge into practice and directly giving up my right to privacy.

This is the most reassuring way for a yandere girl, but ordinary people would never do it.

Even if someone does this, their actions should be labeled as "deeply loving the other person and making sacrifices for them."

But Bai Weiran didn't put on such a strong show.

From the sidelines, Wu Ji could only sense that Bai Weiran was in a very comfortable state.

He did give Qin Ning and Mengmeng special treatment, but this effort wasn't forceful; rather, it was gentle and mild, giving the impression that he himself was quite happy doing it.

His sense of comfort made it seem normal for the yandere girl to surround him, interrogate him, and erode his bottom line.

Qin Ning and Mengmeng have also changed. Because Bai Weiran is someone who understands himself, thinks clearly, and acts in accordance with his words, they know his principles and are no longer worried that his thoughts will fluctuate or that he will be hypocritical.

Their hearts found a place to rest, someone they could trust, and they were no longer torn apart by internal strife and conflict. With these internal conflicts gone, their yandere, crazy, dark, and cruel nature was all properly suppressed to the lowest point.

The peaceful lifestyle presented left Wu Ji dumbfounded.

"Stop scaring Wu Ji, come and have some tea." As soon as Bai Weiran said this, Qin Ning and Mengmeng turned away from Wu Ji and returned to his side.

Wu Ji, now free, put his hands down, rubbed his burning, stinging ears, raised an eyebrow, and whispered that he was fine.

Watching the two girls flanking Bai Weiran, one on each side, the scene was both noisy and harmonious.

I was shocked.

But I wasn't shocked.

He suddenly remembered what Bai Weiran said when they broke up.

He actually went to see the other person behind Bai Weiran's back and asked why she dumped Bai Weiran.

From an outsider's perspective, he really couldn't see anything wrong with his brother, and he felt sorry for him.

The girl, three years older than them, with shoulder-length hair, a soft voice, a gentle demeanor, and clear eyes, responded to him with a sorrowful, pitying, yet very clear-headed attitude.

"Bai Weiran is not normal, Wu Ji."

“I like him, but I know very well that I can’t handle his abnormality. I’m just an ordinary person.”

Even if he tries hard to appear normal, he inherently wants to corrupt people—

"...The breakup wasn't his fault."

“I know he tried very hard.”

Wu Ji stopped reminiscing, touched his ears, and sat down at the dining table.

Mengmeng and Qin Ning were arguing with Bai Weiran. One of them, with a haughty and teasy tone, said that the tea was too hot to drink. "Brother, feed me with your mouth. I love the temperature of your mouth." The other one clutched her left chest and said that her heart hurt. "Quickly rub it for me, or I will collapse. If you dare to feed me with your mouth, I will die of heartache."

It caused quite a stir for a while.

Wu Ji sipped three cups of tea and went to the toilet once before it was his turn to speak.

“Mengmeng and President Qin haven’t heard of this, so let me explain what happened before.” He looked at Bai Weiran, who nodded in agreement.

He pointed to his ruby ​​earrings, his expression turning serious.

"Let me formally introduce you. This is my mission target, Honglian. She is a spirit, currently in disguise. Her true form is a long spear, and she comes from the Xianxia world numbered 73261."

"And I hope that Young Master Bai will enter mission world number 30816 to help me deal with someone."

Wu Ji's eyes turned cold.

"The guy who made Honglian jump into the weapon forging furnace back then."

The ruby ​​earrings shimmered gently, flashing a red light, and as Wu Ji spoke slowly, they transported everyone into that world engulfed in war.

Chapter Two: Reminiscing Over Tea (2 Updates)

Honglian comes from a fantasy world filled with war and chaos.

It shares some similarities with the Three Kingdoms period in Chinese history, both involving a confrontation between three major powers.

Ordinary people's wars, no matter how turbulent they may be for hundreds of years, should eventually end, with the fighting cease and people recuperating.

But the wars in this world lasted for nearly three hundred years.

It all stemmed from the development of the spiritual energy system. The three great nations began to invest in cultivation methods, training their own cultivators or hiring cultivators with exceptional abilities.

The war, which started as a conflict between ordinary people, was given a new dimension of combat power, which reversed the course of the war that should have ended, and the war dragged on for two hundred years.

If your family can have cultivators, why can't mine?

The three great nations compared themselves to each other, while those greedy, highly skilled cultivators, like extremely powerful mercenaries, moved back and forth between the three great nations, extracting the wealth and treasures from the people's blood and sweat, as well as all kinds of rare and precious items and the essence of heaven and earth.

Do you really think that the snow lotus from the frigid Tianshan Mountains, the Qilin grass growing in the scorching heat, the alchemical fruits, and all sorts of spiritual materials, whether you can name them or not, were painstakingly and painstakingly obtained by these cultivators who spend their days practicing swordsmanship, meditating, and striving to comprehend the Dao, dreaming of slaying the heavens?

No, cultivators are very busy, busy cultivating.

They knew very well that only formidable combat power could be the foundation of their existence.

If they don't go and take them, how will these treasures end up in their hands to help with their cultivation?

It's very simple, just ask your boss.

With a single order from the leader, let's pile up the lives of ordinary people!

No matter how dangerous or scorching the place where the Qilin Grass grows, once many people die and it forms a path of corpses, it won't be hot anymore once you step over it.

No matter how cold or frozen the place, with a hefty sum of money, even if my limbs are frozen to death and only my torso can move, I will still bring you the snow lotus.

People simply want a stable livelihood and exemption for their families from conscription.

These treasures stack buffs, causing cultivators' combat power to soar, and heroes frequently emerge on the battlefield.

A dream of immortals on the front, a path of corpses on the back.

Honglian was born in a very poor village.

There were no boys in the village; they had all been conscripted. After several battles, Honglian survived.

The red-haired, red-eyed girl, unable to shed a tear, buried the last dead person in the village with grief and indignation, and embarked on the path of cultivating immortality.

Oppressive government is more ferocious than a tiger.

War between people is terrible, but these "heroes" sucking the blood of the people is even more terrible.

They chanted slogans about protecting the country and its people while simultaneously profiting from human suffering.

The civil officials and historians were their friends, and when they wrote, they wrote hundreds of articles with beautiful words and lofty and righteous content—"If Heaven is unjust, I will defy Heaven" and "I do not do it for myself, but for the common people."

Honglian understood these words for the first time, and she cried and laughed at the same time, unable to breathe.

Heroes, oh—heroes and great men.

Many egoists are hidden within this word. When the people tremblingly point their fingers at them to accuse them, they will pull out those true, rare heroes who act for themselves and the people to shield them, concealing their own desires within the righteous path.

In reality, all they think about is money, beautiful women, power, and being superior to others.

Honglian's path to immortality is not smooth.

The patriarchal system of feudal society made it hard for her to breathe.

She either becomes the lowest-ranking disciple in the sect, struggling and barely surviving, never knowing when she will die on the road searching for spiritual materials for those of higher rank, or she has no choice but to take a risky path and practice dual cultivation.

In the eyes of those male cultivators, the greatest value of female cultivators lies in this.

Heh heh, you can cultivate while lying down, being a woman is truly enviable.

The few sects that have become influential, mainly composed of female cultivators, all practice dual cultivation.

Honglian refused; she was very stubborn and refused to submit to this system.

A person with a strong will can't live a good life. She tossed and turned, wandered aimlessly, and accomplished nothing.

Until she met that person.

She needed someone who was different from others, someone who could understand her, respect her, and truly make her feel from the bottom of her heart that he was a compassionate and righteous "hero."

Honglian was overjoyed.

For the sake of all living beings, for the sake of the world, for the sake of the villagers who died, and for the ideals spoken of by this man.

She was more convinced than anyone that this person should ascend to the throne, rule the Three Kingdoms, and end the chaos.

The yandere, worshipful type, turned herself into the best tool in the other's hands.

Honglian received the correct cultivation method, and she learned very quickly, even surpassing the [Hero] who taught her.

But Honglian remained loyal and risked her life for him.

For the first hundred years, cultivators cultivate their talents and Daoist techniques; for the next hundred years, they begin to cultivate their weapons.

They discovered that good weapons provide double the buffs, especially weapons with spirits.

The hero obtained a unique and extraordinary stone, and all his confidants were overjoyed, firmly believing that it could be used to forge an unparalleled weapon.

However, this strange stone was burned continuously in the weapon forging furnace for three years, but there was still no sign of it being melted and cast.

Everyone is in a hurry.

Someone whispered about that cruel method that has been passed down to this day.

Human sacrifice.

It was made by sacrificing a human body in the casting furnace.

Such a rare and stubborn rock can only be matched with the most outstanding talents.

This person cannot be chosen arbitrarily.

If the forging is successful, the spirit of the sacrificed person will become the weapon's spirit. If you throw an extremely powerful opponent into it as a sacrifice, and it becomes your weapon's spirit, it will be at odds with you every day. The master and the weapon will not be able to become one, which is the worst situation.

Honglian is undoubtedly the most suitable person to be by the side of the [Hero].

Loyal, highly skilled in martial arts, possessing the highest level of cultivation, and intelligent.

But that's where the problem lies.