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

Just as Gu Yao was caught in a dilemma, Shen Zhezhu had already gone too far. Following the hand that Gu Yao had pressed against his forehead, her slender white fingertips traced all the way up to Gu Yao's slender wrist. She looked directly at Gu Yao with her clear, bright eyes, her dark eyes flashing with an inexplicable light, and her voice trembled with excitement, "Master, are you reluctant to punish me? Is it because you feel sorry for me?"

The boy leaned forward slightly, half of his body climbing onto the soft couch, and his hand, which was hooked around Gu Yao's wrist, also pulled on Gu Yao's arm. Gu Yao was so startled by this action that he subconsciously stepped back.

In an instant, Gu Yao's somewhat dazed gaze was concealed.

Looking at Shen Zhezhu, who was pressing closer and trying to control him once again, he felt a familiar sense of oppression. Even the deep possessiveness in Shen Zhezhu's eyes was exactly the same. Some unpleasant images flashed through his mind, and his face turned pale instantly. He reached out and pushed Shen Zhezhu away with an unusually large movement.

It was as if there was some kind of stress response.

"Get away from me! Get out of my way!"

The young man on the couch shouted sharply, but he was somewhat cowardly. He waved his hand wildly, and the whip in his hand fell down. Shen Zhezhu was pushed and staggered. The copper coin whip struck his fair chest, leaving a red mark.

The boy let out a muffled groan as the excruciating pain spread from his chest to his limbs and bones, penetrating deep into his soul.

Gu Yao was also surprised that he could actually beat Shen Zhezhu, and stared blankly at the person in front of him.

The two looked at each other from a distance of only a few feet, and Shen Zhezhu could clearly see the panic in those eyes.

He naturally knew where this panic came from; his actions just now must have frightened his master.

His hands, hanging by his sides, clenched into fists involuntarily, but there was nothing he could do about it.

He simply took a step back, bowed his head, and knelt respectfully by the bedside, saying, "This disciple has overstepped his bounds; please punish me, Master!"

Gu Yao snapped out of his daze, looked down at Shen Zhezhu who kept saying "Please punish me, Master" while his hand was twirling the hem of his clothes, and scoffed inwardly.

After calming down, I realized that now was not the time to fight this little madman.

It wasn't that the lash gave him a slight sense of relief.

Gu Yao composed himself, his trembling fingertips already somewhat unsteady.

The copper coin whip absorbed spiritual energy, and his current body had exhausted his spiritual energy with that last lash, leaving him unable to deliver a second blow.

Gu Yao pursed his lips, then threw the whip to the ground with a dull thud.

Shen Zhezhu's eyes flickered slightly, but he did not look up.

Gu Yao looked at his trembling fingers and weak arms, a look of dejection on his face.

These hands have served as both punishing evildoers and upholding justice during travels across the world, and as playing chess and drinking wine in the Qianjin Tower of the capital.

Not to mention that he was once the number one genius in the cultivation world of his time. These hands should have been holding his beautiful face and living a carefree life.

Now, after only holding a copper coin whip for a short while, he is already shaking until he is powerless.

Gu Yao was unwilling to give up and tried desperately to curl his fingers, but they were stiff and trembling, and he couldn't move them at all.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, trying to appear indifferent, but he couldn't manage a smile. He pressed his palm down with his backhand, his trembling fingers digging into the brocade quilt, creating several creases.

Looking at Shen Zhezhu, who was still kneeling by the bed, he naturally didn't have a good expression. His words were sharp and sarcastic, "The Demon Lord really has good methods. Is it because you think my broken body isn't completely ruined enough that you're using this whip to humiliate me?"

Shen Zhezhu looked up in surprise, only to be met with a pair of eyes full of mockery.

Seeing people looking over, Gu Yao didn't back down an inch, maintaining that mocking expression on his face, and even wanted to say a few more sarcastic words.

Shen Zhezhu opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but before he could speak, he saw the person on the bed suddenly turn his body to the side.

His pale, handsome face was flushed slightly, as if he was furious. He clutched his chest, his brows furrowed, and his cough was heart-wrenching. His loose black hair cascaded down his body as he trembled, and his whole body shook.

Shen Zhezhu felt sorry for herself and cursed herself in her heart.

His mind raced, and he naturally understood why Gu Yao was angry.

He only thought about using the most severe punishment to vent Gu Yao's anger, but he forgot that the copper coin whip would absorb the spiritual power of the user.

Now that Master is only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, it's natural that he's angry.

Shen Zhezhu pursed her lips, wanting to reach out and use her spiritual power to help Gu Yao catch his breath, but the young man slapped her away, saying, "Don't touch me."

Gu Yao felt like he was having a stress reaction.

This was the first time he had realized that a bad sexual experience could leave such a deep psychological scar.

So much so that even now, while he's fully conscious, the moment Shen Zhezhu's presence approaches, the instinctive reaction etched into his mind makes him want to defend himself and escape.

He experienced everything while fully conscious, and he remembers every detail.

This was the first time Gu Yao regretted not listening to Xiao Jiu. If he had pulled his soul out earlier, he wouldn't be completely out of control now.

The foxes I've encountered before have all been too gentle.

Even the most eccentric Bu Shaoluan has never been willing to let himself be hurt.

Gu Yao himself felt that he was being a bit pretentious.

Even if someone has been pampered for so long, one will still feel a sense of longing.

Fear and panic were suppressed in her pale eyes, and her hand trembled uncontrollably, which, along with her trembling body, revealed her frail and sickly state to the extreme.

The force of the blow to the back of Shen Zhezhu's hand was not painful at all; in fact, it was almost negligible for him.

But he still felt a slight, tingling pain seep into his heart from the back of his hand.

They say the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and now he believes it.

Otherwise, why would it hurt so much?

The boy withdrew his hand, pressed down his eyelashes, and took a step back, giving Gu Yao plenty of space.

She then took out the pills Yan Ruo had given her from her storage ring and handed them to Gu Yao, saying softly, "If Master doesn't want to see me, I will stay outside the sedan chair and will definitely not get in your way. Please take care of yourself, Master."

The young man lowered his eyes, a round pill lying in his palm. He suppressed the lump in his throat and continued, "This is a pill refined by Valley Master Yan. It is best for strengthening the foundation, nourishing the soul."

Gu Yao suppressed the itch in his throat, looked up at Shen Zhezhu, reached out and took the pill from the boy's palm, then put it in his mouth.

A warm feeling flowed through my limbs and bones, instantly suppressing the churning sensation in my internal organs, and even my pale face regained a healthy rosy glow.

A hint of joy flickered in Shen Zhezhu's eyes, but he suppressed it well. He obediently withdrew his hand, picked up the copper coin whip from the ground, grabbed his shirt from the ground, casually put it on, and walked outside.

The boy's slender white fingertips touched the red gauze, and he stepped out of the sedan chair with one foot, but then paused.

"Whether Master believes it or not, this disciple has no intention of humiliating Master."

Gu Yao was taken aback, but the young man had already stepped onto the top of the sedan chair and shouted loudly.

"Raise the sedan chair!"

Gu Yao felt a momentary sense of weightlessness, but before he could finish, he had no chance to ask any questions.

She curled her weak, feeble fingers, but couldn't clench them tightly. She pressed down her eyelashes, letting out a sigh.