Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

The red lotus's brilliance was so great that it even threatened the master's position.

At that time, the confidants gradually developed an idea, but dared not say it aloud.

【Honglian can't go!——】

She was more valuable than anyone else; her value to the organization even surpassed that of the person who taught her.

Later, they tried to sacrifice a few people, but it didn't work; the strange stone remained stubbornly unyielding.

Honglian had no doubts or ulterior motives; she was simply waiting for her believer's command to jump into the furnace.

The "hero" didn't speak, but always looked at her with a regretful, heartbroken, yet tender and unfathomable expression.

That look in her eyes made Honglian feel even more that she should jump.

He was too gentle to make such a cruel demand, but she could do that to herself.

One late night, she unexpectedly overheard the other person sighing deeply and talking to a close confidant beside him.

"I am so anxious that I wish I could sacrifice myself to the furnace and forge a divine weapon. The death of a common man is nothing to worry about, but I am afraid that if I die, who will save the people from suffering? I am not doing this for myself, but for the sake of the people. It is difficult, difficult, difficult indeed."

Honglian was stunned for a long time, feeling that the logic of these words sounded somewhat familiar—but she refused to think about it in detail.

Honglian voluntarily jumped into the casting furnace.

As she jumped in, she clearly saw the heartache, pity, and sorrow in the hero's eyes, and of course, an undisguised ecstasy.

Honglian is gone. The living Honglian is someone to be feared, whose achievements are so great that they threaten the master's authority. People will flock to her, but a cold, hard weapon will not. From now on, she is just a tool.

The yandere girl, Honglian, endures countless tribulations and flames, and the strange stone finally melts away—

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My yandere lovers, there will be another update this afternoon. I'm really going strong after my vacation! ( ?▽?)/

Chapter Three: A Respectful Plea for a Hero to Save the World (3rd Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

The story of Honglian was only halfway through when the room fell silent.

Mengmeng clung to Bai Weiran's arm, pursing her lips, feeling distressed by the despair and bloodshed Wu Ji described in his conversation.

It is truly a blessing to be born in a peaceful modern world.

Qin Ning remained silent for two seconds, then snorted coldly and slammed her hand on the table.

"This kind of person doesn't deserve it!? He's not worthy of the name!"

Bai Weiran remained silent, pinched open a small tangerine, peeled off the flesh, and examined it against the light to make sure there were no seeds inside before feeding the flesh to Mengmeng. Seeing that she ate it listlessly, he patted her head to calm her down and casually asked Wu Ji a question.

"Would you like some tangerines, Wu Ji?"

"Thank you, Young Master Bai, I'm sorry to trouble you. Also, I don't want the pit in my fruit..."

Wu Ji interrupted his speech as he watched a whole tangerine being casually placed in front of him, while Bai Weiran picked up a new one to peel, glancing at him with surprise.

"You don't have hands?"

"........."

Wu Ji: Is this what brotherly love is? I'm crying.

Bai Weiran poured another cup of tea for him, while Wu Ji ate his tangerines and watched Bai Weiran's tea-making technique.

"Huh? Young Master Bai, do you know how to brew tea?"

"We've known each other for so long, and I've never seen you brew tea before. But today, I see you doing it quite well. Does Uncle Bai like to brew tea at home?"

Bai Weiran paused for a moment when asked the question.

“No, my dad won’t…” His words trailed off.

Bai's father's tea-drinking habits were simple and unrestrained, typical of northerners. He would put some tea leaves in a transparent, straight-sided cup, pour in hot water, and happily take it out, carrying it around. When he sat down, he would take a sip. His tea-drinking style seemed to be some kind of secret code, and he would silently integrate into the group according to his own habits, forming small groups of three or five.

Bai Weiran doesn't usually drink tea. In the past, he often worked overtime and didn't get enough sleep, so he thought tea didn't provide enough caffeine and only drank coffee. Now that he gets enough sleep, he doesn't even need coffee anymore.

How would he know how to brew tea?

Moreover, the soaking method is quite unique.

For the first addition of water, use hot water at around 50 degrees Celsius, and add slightly more tea leaves than usual. Wait slowly for three minutes, and the tea soup will become rich and fragrant, but not bitter.

When the water was added a second time, the temperature rose to 70 to 80 degrees Celsius. It took only half the time of the first addition. The aroma and mellowness of the tea were less pronounced, but it was filled with a refreshing feeling that the first tea lacked. The hot tea had a unique coolness to it.

At this point, tea alone isn't enough; one can't help but want to add some melon seeds, biscuits, fruit, and snacks.

For the third addition of water, pour in boiling water directly to bring out the last remaining aroma of the tea leaves.

When were all these times?

Bai Weiran snapped out of his daze and realized that everyone at the table was staring at him.

“…………I…………” He hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.

"I guess it's something my dad taught me," he said, shrugging and lowering his head, his tone relaxed and carefree.

"But it's been too long, I can't remember the details, I just made it up, don't worry about it, just drink whatever you want."

Wu Ji sighed, "I, Bai Shao, am truly omnipotent. If we had a next life—"

With their yandere radar on high alert, Qin Ning and Mengmeng looked up at the same time, only to see Wu Ji smirking.

"Even in the next life, I would never dare to covet you, Young Master Bai."

After the third cup of tea was added, Wu Ji's story continued.

The strange stone finally melted, and the sickly girl Honglian became the spirit of the artifact. The "hero" appeared before everyone, wielding a divine weapon, with a magnanimous and compassionate demeanor.

Gentlemen, I have come for the sake of all living beings.

He mastered the art of weaponry, achieving victory after victory and severely crippling the other cultivators' sharp weapons.

The act of Honglian throwing herself into the furnace as a human sacrifice was highly praised, with scholars exchanging accolades and poems being passed down.

"I entrust my life as the spirit of this vessel, and respectfully invite heroes to quell the chaos of this world—The Song of the Red Lotus"

She was portrayed as a resolute and unyielding figure who made selfless sacrifices, serving as a stepping stone for the great and righteous heroes. The heroes, moved by her sacrifice, became the protagonists who took on the world's burdens and made a grand entrance, while she was the supporting character who had to be set up before the protagonists appeared, sacrificing herself to the heavens.

People love to read these things, and scholars and historians also love to write about them.

But no one mentions the stumbles and hardships the red-haired girl endured, the countless dangers, the ridicule, the neglect, and the male cultivators who only looked at her for the value of her body. She was scarred and had once harbored dreams.

A dream where everyone can live and work in peace and contentment.

Her existence was used to further enhance the image of the "hero".

These red lotuses didn't care.

She endured the excruciating pain of being burned by countless flames as she threw herself into the furnace. Her spirit remained forever in the weapon, and she continued to walk the path of Asura, immortal and indestructible, destined to live a lonely life.

It doesn't matter—

She only wanted to trust one person she could rely on, and take the gamble.

In the end, the hero succeeded.

The chaos in the battle forces caused by the cultivators was brought under control, the Three Kingdoms were unified, and the era of chaos officially came to an end.

This hero, wielding a crimson lotus, ascended to the highest position in the cultivation world.

He righteously and sternly declined the high-ranking official position and generous title offered by the imperial court, and made a bold statement.

"The cultivation world should exercise self-discipline and not participate in the affairs of the imperial court."

He was showered with praise, with people saying he was unmoved by wealth, gold, silver, and power.

The story of [Hero] takes a sharp turn for the worse here.

Publicly declaring that one does not want fame or fortune and rejecting the olive branch extended by the imperial court certainly makes one appear noble and righteous.

But we must not forget the people of the world who gather for profit.

If you don't want it, there are plenty of people willing to accept the imperial court's rewards and cooperate with you.

The imperial court naturally provides strong support to the cultivator factions that are close to it. Since the imperial court controls the taxes and lives of the people, it will send treasures and spiritual materials from heaven and earth to the other factions in an endless stream. Cultivators, seeing the wind, will switch sides and flock to the factions that are close to the imperial court.

Then one day, this "hero" took the initiative to rebel.

They attacked other cultivator sects under the guise of allying with the imperial court, but in reality, they were oppressing the people and exploiting them.

A perfectly legitimate reason.

But Honglian, standing right next to him, saw everything clearly.

After a period of widespread praise and empty fame, this "hero" found that people no longer lauded him.

Occasionally, there will be praise, but it's just a couple of light, flattering words that don't reflect the heart; the person will immediately turn around and go where it can benefit themselves.

This disdain made him very unhappy, and his heart pounded with dissatisfaction.

He felt anxious as others were thriving while his own situation was declining.

The slogan of fighting for the common people has been wiped clean and can be put on the table again, but this time the gun has been turned against those whose interests are contrary to its own.

Finally, peace has returned to the world.

Yet they can still start disputes for their own selfish interests.

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; this is a hero who doesn't want to be on the west side of the river and can't bear to be forgotten.

But the crowd was exhausted and unwilling to start another conflict, and those around them tried to stop the uprising.

Honglian has become a vessel, her body no longer her own; the blood of many of her former comrades-in-arms has splattered all over her.

Even with divine weapons at your disposal, without any allies, you will ultimately be defeated.

Is there a way to have it all in this world? There are injustices among people everywhere, but when faced with two evils, one should choose the lesser one.

In the end, this "hero" abandoned his comrades and even his weapon, the Crimson Lotus, and fled without a trace.

Honglian, having committed too many sins and possessing too much murderous intent, was sealed away and slumbered in the ancestral hall in the mountains.

After countless lifetimes, she realized that the "hero" had been reincarnated and woke up.

She was very uneasy, fearing that the man would bring disaster to the world, and that no one could understand her heart. She was extremely restless, but in the eyes of the people in that world, they only said that the evil soldiers were making frequent movements and that they were suppressing her more and more. Honglian's heart became more and more irritable.

Wu Ji arrived in the world of Red Lotus at this time.