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

Actually, acting with the little one was quite enjoyable. At least we ate and drank well, and it wasn't physically or mentally exhausting.

It's a pity that these good days won't last long.

Gu Yao sat in the courtyard, poured himself a cup of tea, and looked at the desolate scene of the Demon Realm where some greenery had sprung up, which made him feel happy.

The peach tree in the yard that was half dead last year is now blooming beautifully. Gu Yao was secretly counting down the days, wondering if he would be able to eat this peach.

This is the scene that Shen Zhezhu saw when he entered the courtyard.

The young man smiled as he cupped his face in his hands, gazing at the beautiful peach blossoms before him. Hearing the wooden door being pushed open, his smile hadn't yet faded when he was caught off guard and stumbled into the dappled light, reflecting the spring colors that filled the lake.

It made his heart tremble slightly.

Gu Yao waved to the boy, "Doctor Shen is here, come and see these peach blossoms."

Shen Zhezhu subconsciously gripped the jade bottle tightly in her hand; inside were the pills she had given Gu Yao that day, and she felt somewhat uneasy.

Why are you so gentle with a junior doctor, inviting him to enjoy the flowers together, when you're always so harsh on him?

Shen Zhezhu felt indignant and wanted to say something sarcastic to this person, but seeing how excited the person was, he cursed inwardly and still stepped forward.

"Master Gu, it's time to take your medicine today."

Gu Yao took the black pill from the boy's palm, smiled gently, and swallowed the pill in one gulp without hesitation.

"You're not that old, but you're so mature for your age, like an old man. You should smile more."

Gu Yao smiled and turned his head to look at the boy, with a hint of teasing.

Shen Zhezhu calmly put away the jade bottle in his hand, saying, "Master Gu is joking."

Gu Yao curled his lips, "See? I told you you're an old man. Why live such a tiring life?"

Leaning back in his chair, Gu Yao exuded a sense of ease.

Like a drifting dandelion, it can take root as long as it finds a patch of land.

Shen Zhezhu casually twirled her fingertips, then looked up at the young man in front of her. "The path of cultivation is inherently about contending with the heavens. Where did Immortal Master Gu get such a thought?"

Gu Yao was taken aback by his words, a hint of melancholy flashing in his eyes. He turned to look at the peach blossoms in full bloom beside him and said, "Do you think I still have the qualifications to pursue the Great Dao?"

The boy was stunned.

Looking at the young man's forlorn profile, Gu Yao couldn't help but reach out his hand. He suppressed a smile, turned his head in surprise, and asked with a puzzled expression, "What's wrong?"

The young man's eyes were clear, like a mirror, reflecting the ugliness within his heart.

He curled his fingertips, slumped down, and shook his head. "It's nothing."

A gentle breeze blew by, and a petal drifted down and twirled in front of Gu Yao. Gu Yao's eyes lit up, and he reached out and caught the petal.

He held the petal up to Shen Zhezhu. "Dr. Shen, look, isn't it beautiful?"

Shen Zhezhu stared blankly at the person in front of her for a long time before turning her head away with reddened ears and stammering, "Beautiful."

A sly glint flashed in Gu Yao's eyes. He waved his hand and said, "You're such a blockhead, and you really have no romance. How will you ever find a pretty girl willing to marry you? I'm an expert in divination. How about I cast a divination for you and predict your luck in finding a partner?"

The young man's eyes gleamed as he shook his head and winked playfully at the boy, showing a childlike nature.

He doesn't seem like a seasoned veteran; he's more like a young man traveling the world.

A wealthy young master from a well-off family, with a somewhat carefree and unrestrained attitude.

Shen Zhezhu stood there, stunned, staring at the face before her.

Those light-colored eyes shone with a bright light, exuding a vibrant vitality.

He seemed to see the young Gu Xianjun, who had achieved fame at a young age, roamed the world with a sword, and traveled among mortals.

You can sit in the most expensive teahouse, sipping tea and watching the misty rain of Jiangnan.

You could also lie down behind an oxcart full of straw, swing your legs gently, and blow a melodious tune with a leaf you picked at random.

And these were all aspects of Gu Yao that he had never seen before.

A gentle breeze and a bright moon.

Like light and dust.

He is a gentleman praised by the world.

Why are you always so mean to him?

Shen Zhezhu's fingertips trembled as he looked at the person in front of him, his eyes gradually reddening. He really wanted to know why.

The whip marks on his back were throbbing with pain again, making his heart tremble with ache.

Gu Yao never expected that his joke would make someone cry.

He stood up and reached out to wipe away the boy's tears, but the boy suddenly took a step back, his eyes full of wariness as he looked at him.

Their hands froze in mid-air, the two of them looking at each other two steps apart, as if separated by an insurmountable chasm.

Gu Yao casually withdrew his hand, a smile that looked more like a grimace appearing on his face, and apologized to the boy, "I was being presumptuous, I'm sorry."

After saying that, she didn't look at the boy again, turned around and hurriedly went back to her room.