Bound to Mary Sue, I am against involution in the world of immortal cultivation

Fan Ning followed the route given by the system and stopped at the door of a private room.

The door was ajar, not closed, and sporadic sounds from inside could be heard.

"Master Ling, how come you have time to accompany us today..."

"Do you need Yingge'er to sing a little song to liven up the atmosphere? I thought you would be attracted by the Oiran and break our sisterly date..."

The system, which had actually heard Fan Ning's words, was sweating profusely.

[This, this might be a misunderstanding...]

Before it could finish its defense, Ling You's voice rang out from inside: "I'm not interested in the oiran."

system:【……】

It cautiously glanced at the host's expression, which had not changed for the time being, and was silent for a moment. It once again tried to turn the situation around for the "Chosen One", at least to prevent him from being killed on the spot. They, as the system, also have KPIs!

[This is just an illusion. Perhaps Ling You was deceived by the identity information...]

"I'm perfectly clear-headed," Ling You's voice once again overlapped with the system's. He seemed to be talking to someone nearby, and he even smiled after saying this. "The Oiran or something is definitely not as good as what I have in my heart..."

"What's on your mind?" Fan Ning broke in.

The atmosphere, which had just been relaxed, suddenly became gloomy.

The moment he saw Fan Ning, Ling You's eyes lit up, and something rushed out through the memories in his mind. He stood up almost instantly and moved towards the door.

"playboy?"

Fan Ning leaned against the door and lazily glanced at Ling Youhua's peacock-like outfit, his gaze lingering briefly on that bright face.

The golden clothes looked particularly noble on Ling You. As he took a step, the jade pendant and sachet hanging around his waist began to sway.

"Fan Ning, you..." Ling You opened his mouth to laugh.

Just as he started to speak, a hand shot out from nowhere and pinched his mouth.

"Master Ling!" The women surrounding him exclaimed and stood up, as if they wanted to go forward to help, but they saw that the person whose face was pinched was not angry at all, and there was even a hint of joy in his eyes.

"Master Ling..." Fan Ning drawled out his words, never shifting his gaze to anyone else. He simply patted the face in front of him and said thoughtfully, "Don't you like the Oiran?"

Ling You didn't realize the seriousness of the matter yet, and nodded quickly when he heard this.

Fan Ning smiled and suddenly released the hand that was holding him.

Moonlight shone through the half-open windows, the faint scent of incense curled up from the room, beauties sang and danced around, and a table full of cakes and hot tea...

"You really know how to enjoy yourself," Fan Ning brushed past him and casually sat down in the main seat. With her bare hands, she lightly tapped a few beauties who seemed to be pleasing to her eyes, and smiled, holding her chin, "Did I disturb you?"

Ling You was the first to answer: "No."

Facing her half-smile, Master Ling, who had slowly regained consciousness from the confusion of his identity, felt a little guilty. He touched the tip of his nose and whispered, "...I won't bother you anytime you come to see me."

"Then what are you still standing there for?" Fan Ning's eyes passed over him, the smile on her lips not changing at all. "Those who should play the piano should play the piano, those who should sing should sing, and those who should dance should not be idle."

"If you do well, your money will be doubled."

The women were all stunned for a moment, probably not expecting such a development. After seeing Ling You's unobjectionable look, they all showed expressions of seeing a ghost.

Soon, the first warrior who played the piano stood up.

Fan Ning closed her eyes slightly, and as the clear sound of the piano flowed past her ears, she smiled faintly and hooked Ling You's belt.

Ling You cooperated and possessed the body, and the next second, the coins hanging on his waist were all gone.

"Here you go," Fan Ning weighed it twice, grabbed two handfuls at random and placed them in front of the guqin. The guqin girl stared blankly at the overly generous reward in front of her, and then saw Fan Ning's expression, which was not only not angry but also slightly appreciative, and she felt reassured at once.

"Playing well."

Fan Ning lowered her eyes, her long and curly eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyes. The smiling voice and the moonlight together hit the ears of the girl Qin, and the warmth from her fingertips brushing against her made her dazed.

"Thank you, sir," her face flushed, and her fingertips plucking the strings became cheerful.

Once there is a first, there will be a second. The box was once again filled with joyful tunes. Ling You stood behind him, and every time he wanted to say something, he was interrupted at the right time by Fan Ning. He could only hold his breath and massage his temples, and his voice was carefully lowered.

Ling You felt a headache: "...I can explain."

Fan Ning waved her hands and closed her eyes, "I don't want to hear any explanation."

Ling You tried to salvage the situation a little, and said persistently: "I don't know why I'm here. I don't like them, nor do I like that courtesan. I only like..."

"Shh," Fan Ning turned his head and pressed his fingertips against his lips as he was about to speak, "Be quiet. You're disturbing me while I enjoy the singing and dancing."

As soon as these words were spoken, the women, who were already very talented, became even more excited.

The system couldn't help but mourn for Ling You: [Host, he obviously doesn't know you are the courtesan, why don't you let him finish? ]

"Wouldn't it be boring if I just finished talking about it?" Fan Ning said calmly, completely ignoring the shock the system felt upon hearing this. "This kind of situation is rare. It would be a shame not to have some fun."

The system was speechless: […You are not angry? ]

Fan Ning smiled: [As for the He Huan Sect, I understand. If I were really angry, do you think he would still be standing here in one piece?]

System… The system looked at Ling You with pity, as his expression became increasingly tense.

"Fan Ning," Ling You leaned over and whispered in her ear, his tone filled with grievance that he himself didn't even notice, "Why aren't you looking at me?"

Fan Ning didn't answer. He was not very happy, but finally he gently bit her round earlobe.

Since coaxing her didn't work, Ling You looked at the women whose eyes were all glued to Fan Ning and decided to try a different approach.

He took the remaining money in his purse and drove everyone away one by one.

Fan Ning raised his eyelids and teased him deliberately: "You chased them away, what should I see?"

Ling You: “…”

Ling You didn't say anything. Knowing that he was on the verge of being unreasonable, he simply squatted in front of her and hugged her waist tightly.

The identity of Huanjing did have some influence on him. Ling You, who had never done such a coquettish act before, not only hugged the person tightly, but even the corners of his eyes on his slightly raised face drooped honestly following his master's emotions.

His voice was muffled, and half of his eye was caught in the cold moonlight.

"Can't you just look at me? Just look at me."

He maintained an awkward posture, his eyes unblinking, as if he was determined to force out a pleasant answer.