Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

"Xiao Jiu, today is a good day, isn't it?" Gu Yao sat on the peach tree, taking a nap against the trunk, raising his hand to shield his eyes from the slanting sunlight.

Xiao Jiu looked up into the distance, her face solemn, and for the first time retorted to Gu Yao, "Today is not a good day."

Gu Yao was taken aback by what he heard, then turned around and laughed. He sat up, touched the boy's sideburns, pointed to the sky, and made a gesture like Xi Shi holding her heart. "Xiao Jiu, how can you lie through your teeth? You've hurt my heart so much."

"The sky is clear and cloudless, the weather is fine and clear, how can you say it's not a good day?"

As soon as he finished speaking, as if slapping Gu Yao in the face, a dark cloud gathered in the distance, carrying lightning, and converged on the Hehuan Sect.

It was as if a massive army was pressing in, a dark, oppressive mass that weighed heavily on people's hearts, giving them an extremely strong sense of urgency.

Gu Yao's smile faded, his light-colored eyes fixed on the sky above him, and he sighed helplessly, "Why did it have to be at this time? Isn't this a slap in my face?"

The young man stood up, looked directly at the sky above him, pursed his lips, and looked somewhat impatient.

I'm really annoyed.

He truly wanted to defy the will of Heaven just like in the previous world.

If this body were still intact, he could have turned the world upside down.

Pity……

He watched all of this with cold eyes, powerless to do anything about it.

Huan Yan naturally sensed the approach of a powerful enemy.

The young woman rose from the chaise longue, gazing intently out the window with a solemn expression.

Niansheng, who was massaging someone's legs, paused for a moment, suppressing his disappointment. He then stood up casually and stood beside the girl.

Huan Yan didn't even glance at him. Her fiery red natal spirit sword, gleaming with flowing flames, appeared in her palm, and she gripped it tightly.

She knew that the opponent she was about to face was a formidable foe.

And there's a high probability that she can't beat him.

Although I'm very reluctant to admit it, that's the truth.

She made this decision the day she rescued Gu Yao.

It's just death.

Anyway, he saved her life.

It is only right to return it to him.

When Niansheng saw the sword, he knew that this person was going to fight to the death, and his fingers, hidden in his sleeve, clenched into fists.

Do you like him that much?

Niansheng reached out and grabbed Huanyan's wrist, his voice trembling, "Sect Master, can't we not go?"

If all they had to do was hand that person over, everything would have been fine. Why did they have to fight for a path that could lead to their death?

The girl frowned as she looked at the man holding her hand, then looked up at the young man's handsome and harmless face, his eyes brimming with tears and unspeakable bitterness.

Normally, Huan Yan might have been able to coax her a little, but the current situation left her no room for hesitation.

"Niansheng, let go!"

She felt that the usually well-behaved person was unusually disobedient at this moment.

Niansheng seemed startled, but still refused to let go of the person in front of him.

The dark clouds on the horizon had completely enveloped the Hehuan Sect, and in the eye of the storm, a figure could be vaguely seen.

"Here we are." Huan Yan's expression was heavy as she gazed at the sky. Ignoring Nian Sheng's attempts to stop her, the girl's figure flashed and she stood firmly in the sky.

Shen Zhezhu gave a sinister laugh, his voice hoarse and mocking, "The Hehuan Sect has enough lives for you to squander, yet you dare to try and steal my things."

Huan Yan stared at the person in front of her, only to find that his beautiful face was deathly pale. She frowned, puzzled but not wanting to think about it further.

Only when you enter the eye of the storm can you feel the indescribable oppression, as if it were squeezing your internal organs into a lump of minced meat.

Even the spirit sword in his hand trembled violently, as if it were afraid of the person in front of it.

She had to focus all her energy on dealing with the person in front of her, forcing herself to maintain her composure, "If you want to fight, then fight! Why all this nonsense!"

The girl's voice carried a hint of anger, its deliberately rising, sharp tone still revealing the unease in the person before her.

Shen Zhezhu looked at the woman who was about to put up a stubborn resistance, a mocking smile appeared on his lips, a red light flashed in his eyes, and he raised the sword in his hand, "Since you want to die so badly, then I will grant your wish."

Before she could finish speaking, a powerful surge of spiritual energy forced Huan Yan to retreat.

The girl's dark eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the person in front of her with fear, but she gripped the sword in her hand even tighter.

She underestimated the person in front of her.

Shen Zhezhu looked at the person in front of him. That face, which should have been gentle, had a strange look on it. He tilted his head slightly and smiled gently. Before Huan Yan could see clearly, the figure in front of her had already disappeared.

My heart trembled, and I looked around, searching for the person.

No!

nothing!

"Too slow." A chilling voice reached her ears, and Huan Yan's eyes widened. She quickly put on her spiritual energy defense, but even with the highest level of mental alertness, it was still like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Before he could even turn his head, he was sent flying by a powerful force.

"Die." Shen Zhezhu stood on the cloud, his expression indifferent, and pointed a finger at the figure that was flying backward, gently pressing it down.

In an instant, the world changed color.

Looking at the giant finger formed by spiritual energy, Huan Yan's face turned deathly still. She gritted her teeth, raised her natal spirit sword, made a hand seal, and mobilized all her spiritual energy, ready to fight to the death.

I'll take someone down with me even if I die!