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

Gu Yao felt dizzy and her mind was a little foggy, but she was still hurt by those words.

He looked up at the person pointing a sword at him, suppressed the metallic taste in his throat, and swayed to his feet, leaning against a nearby tree trunk. His whole body ached from the inside out, as if it had been torn apart and then randomly pieced back together. His head was throbbing so badly it felt like it was going to split open.

Even though he was in excruciating pain, Gu Yao was unwilling to be outdone by this person who had suddenly gone mad.

He gently lifted the corner of his lips, as if to say something, but first vomited a mouthful of blood.

The tip of the Wujue Sword trembled.

Gu Yao lowered his head, wiping the blood from the corner of his lips without a care. Looking at the blood on his fingertips, he felt only irony.

That's a complete waste.

The grievance of being misunderstood welled up in his heart all at once, making his eyes sting with tears.

He looked up at the sky, trying to force back his tears, but they still uncontrollably slid down from the corners of his eyes.

Gu Yao raised his hand and fiercely wiped away his tears, feeling utterly pathetic.

He's already prepared to risk his life to save this brat, what more does he want?

"Hehe, yes, I have no heart."

The young man chuckled softly, but there was a hint of desolation in his voice, it was unclear whether he was mocking Shen Zhezhu or self-deprecating.

He has no heart.

He... has no heart.

In Shen Zhezhu's view, no matter how wronged he was, he would not let him even glance at him.

Even if it's perfect in every way, it's nothing more than his scheme.

Be ready to seriously injure him again at any time.

There's really no point in saying more.

Shen Zhezhu was startled when he saw the tears in the corners of his eyes. The intense headache distorted his face, and he gripped the Wujue Sword tightly, which seemed to be struggling to break free.

No!

Don't kill him!

Stop right there!

Gu Yao leaned against the tree trunk, panting heavily. He was only able to stand up because of his strong will to keep going.

The boy's eyes were bloodshot, and black lines snaked up his fair neck, covering his entire pupils. The black and red colors intertwined, and he had completely lost his mind.

He approached Gu Yao step by step, sword in hand, his expression cold and bloodthirsty. Gu Yao, however, was no longer able to stop the boy's killing intent. Staring into those crimson eyes, a slight smile appeared on his lips, his eyes filled with madness.

The dual pain, both physical and mental, caused him excruciating headaches.

Damn it, he's not doing this damn task!

Let whoever wants to do it do it!

If that brat wants to kill him, then he can have his life.

Gu Yao was exhausted. He closed his eyes and offered his neck for execution.

If you're going to die, die sooner rather than later.

Dying means you can go to the next world sooner.

A chilling aura gradually drew closer, and Gu Yao knew that it was Shen Zhezhu approaching him.

The cool fingertips caressed the young man's handsome face, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, revealing his unease. The young man chuckled and threw the Wujue Sword away with a clang.

Gu Yao couldn't help but open his eyes. Before he could see the scene in front of him clearly, everything went black. He felt a chill on his body, and the sound of tearing clothes was particularly clear in the quiet courtyard. His wrists were grabbed and pressed hard against the tree trunk. His back was also rubbed painfully by the rough tree trunk. The sticky breath fell on his ear, making Gu Yao turn his head.

That chilling aura clung to her fair neck like a leech, the touch of her fingertips on her collarbone sending shivers down her spine. "Since Master wants to save people but can't kill me, as a disciple who respects his master, I grant you permission..."

The boy paused, breathed on her reddened earlobe, and said, word by word, "With my body, I feed the demon."

Isn't everyone saying he's a demon?

Then he'll show him what a proper demon is like.

Deceiving the master and destroying the ancestor.

Gu Yao's heart trembled. Before he could react, the chilling aura had already enveloped him.

My fingertips gently touched it, and even the flower stem went limp.

The person who picked the flower showed no pity whatsoever, as if to end the flower's life, and directly plucked its heart.

Gu Yao hugged Shen Zhezhu tightly, tears streaming down his face. His lips, bleeding from biting his tongue, trembled as he uttered a broken, incoherent word, "...It hurts, it hurts so much..."

The slender, pale fingertips pinched the back of the neck, but not to soothe. The boy's crimson eyes gleamed with a hint of joy the moment he was embraced.

Then, it mercilessly crushed the proud spirit of the green bamboo in front of it.

"I never imagined that the universally praised Immortal Lord Gu was such a libertine."

"Oh dear, why won't you let go? Master, look, you still like it quite a bit, don't you?"

His back ached from the chafing, and the jolting was excruciating; Gu Yao had never experienced such torment before.

When vision is deprived, other senses are amplified infinitely.

The boy's voice fell on my ear, uttering humiliating and shameful words.

Shen Zhezhu felt a twisted pleasure as he looked at the obedient way the person could only cling to him.

See? That's how it should be.

You were too gentle with him before. Look at him now, isn't he much more obedient?

Locked to my bed, I can enjoy my pleasures with you every day—how wonderful!

The boy's dark eyes flashed with a crimson light, like a wild beast that only knew how to take.

Gu Yao couldn't see the situation clearly and could only passively endure the boy's anger.

A metallic taste rose in his throat, but Gu Yao suppressed it firmly.

As his consciousness shattered, he felt as if his body had also broken into several pieces.

It can never be pieced back together.

But he hugged the person in front of him even tighter.

It was as if this was all they had to rely on.

He did not resist because he knew it was futile.

Besides, this was originally his goal, it's just that they arrived at the same destination by different means.

Even under these circumstances, Gu Yao was still worried about Shen Zhezhu's backlash.

When the cultivation level of this body dropped to the early stage of Golden Core, Xiao Jiu, who had been waiting for a long time, pulled out Gu Yao's soul.

The previous complaint was effective; this terrible blacklist system has finally been upgraded.

He would absolutely not let Gu Yao take any risks.

Actually, he wanted to bring Gu Yao out when Shen Zhezhu was acting recklessly.

However, I did not agree.

But at this point, he had no choice but to agree.

Xiao Jiu glanced at Gu Yao, who seemed somewhat shaken. Even Gu Yao, in his spirit form, appeared pale.

Gu Yao looked at Shen Zhezhu, who was gradually calming down, and twirled his fingers.

It was the first time he had ever realized that something like this could hurt so much.

That feeling, like being cleaved in two, was truly... unforgettable.

A ruthless glint flashed in his pale eyes.

"Xiao Jiu, just keep this body's cultivation at the early stage of Foundation Establishment."

Gu Yao originally wanted to say Qi Refining stage, but then he thought that this body was already nearly a hundred years old. If his cultivation level dropped to Qi Refining stage, then he might as well give up and go report to the King of Hell.

The system shuddered at the chilling voice.

He nodded quickly.

The movements of his hands were incredibly swift.

Looking at Shen Zhezhu's face, his eyes gleamed with schadenfreude.

That damned fox has really angered the adults this time.