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

Gu Yao, lying on the couch like a corpse, felt the gusts of wind around his ears and felt extremely annoyed.

The old man said that the truth of everything could be found in the secret realm, but he didn't tell him where to look.

"Does he think he'll come knocking on my door?" Gu Yao thought helplessly.

Once again, I realized how unreliable my senior colleague was.

At least give me a hint.

Is it really just a matter of letting things take their course?

Gu Yao cursed this unreliable senior a thousand times in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

He was truly powerless to change the current mess.

harm.

Gu Yao pursed his lips and turned over on the couch again.

We can only take one step at a time.

Shen Zhezhu sat on the top of the sedan chair, wearing a robe, feeling the place with the most abundant spiritual energy in this secret realm.

He had absolutely no interest in those sects that were already fighting over the treasures.

Upon seeing this red tent, no one who wasn't afraid of death dared to come up and seek their doom.

For the two of them, the journey was quite smooth and unimpeded.

In the past, he might have had some thoughts of killing and robbing, since the cultivation world is a place where the strong prey on the weak.

But now, all he wants is to find that spiritual spring so that his master can nourish his body.

Even in the secret realm, there is a distinction between day and night. As the sun sets in the west, the evening wind becomes exceptionally cold. This is not a problem for Shen Zhezhu, but it is extremely uncomfortable for Gu Yao.

He didn't know why it was so hot during the day but so cold at night.

Gu Yao couldn't even tell the seasons in this secret realm.

It seems that all the laws of nature have become meaningless here.

Plum blossoms and peach blossoms bloom at the same time, and the trees on both sides of the river are lush and green on one side and withered branches and leaves on the other.

Even a wisp of cold air seeping in from the crack was enough to send a chill through him.

The itching sensation in my throat that I had finally managed to suppress returned.

Gu Yao tried to suppress his cough, but to no avail.

He was very cold. He couldn't use his spiritual power now, and his weak body couldn't withstand even the slightest breeze. Gu Yao could only pull the brocade quilt on the bed and cover himself with it.

Take a nap, and you won't feel cold anymore.

But the faint chill was so intense that it made one feel cold to the bone.

Shen Zhezhu lifted the red curtain and immediately saw a person curled up on the couch. Under the wide brocade quilt, the curled-up figure only raised a small bulge.

The suppressed coughs were heartbreaking to hear.

Shen Zhezhu tiptoed to the bedside. The person was curled up, with furrowed brows and his fingertips tightly gripping the blanket. His pale lips and sickly appearance were truly heartbreaking.

The occasional coughing sounds from his lips indicated that the person in front of him was not sleeping soundly.

It looked like it was freezing cold, its body was trembling, but even though it was so cold, it still gritted its teeth and persevered, refusing to give in.

Shen Zhezhu sighed softly, lightly touched Gu Yao's forehead with her fingertips, making him sleep even more deeply. She gently pried open Gu Yao's clenched fingers, rolled onto the bed, and pulled him into her arms.

The fire-attribute spiritual energy slowly dispelled all the coldness from the young man's body.

A spiritual barrier kept all the wind and rain out, creating a warm haven for Gu Yao.

As the curled-up body gradually relaxed, Shen Zhezhu closed his eyes and placed his hand on the boy's back, channeling spiritual energy into Gu Yao's body, smoothing out the spiritual energy within him that was vibrating due to the cold.

Gu Yao, a tamed cat, shows its soft belly to its owner.

But Gu Yao wasn't the only one who received protection; Shen Zhezhu did too.

The familiar fragrance of plum blossoms brought a sense of peace to my heart, which had been filled with anxiety for days.

He unconsciously hugged the person in his arms even tighter.

The bamboo grows wildly, yet someone still holds an umbrella for it.

As dawn breaks, the cold of the night passes.

Gu Yao opened his eyes, dazzled by the morning light, stretched, and felt that he had slept really well.

My body still feels warm and comfortable.

Gu Yao smiled; he naturally knew who had done it.

Since Shen Zhezhu wanted him to not know, then he would pretend not to know.

Xiao Jiu glanced at Gu Yao's worthless smile and silently looked away.

Shen Zhezhu sat on the top of the sedan chair, looking at the three people in front of him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He truly hadn't expected that someone would actually dare to seek death by confronting him.

But he couldn't help but give these three people some face.

The young man stood up, his fingertips resting on the hilt of the Wujue Sword, his gaze cold and deep as he looked at the people before him.

"Sect Leader Gu, why are you blocking my way? I don't have any secret treasures."

Upon hearing this, Gu Ce's gaze was fixed on Shen Zhezhu's face, but his mind was focused on the palanquin. However, the fluttering red gauze blocked all of Gu Ce's prying eyes.

The four-cornered soul-locking bells rang softly, as if warning the three people in front of them.

Gu Mei wasn't too bothered by Shen Zhezhu's veiled accusation that the group wanted to steal the treasure and kill someone. She simply stepped forward, grabbed Gu Ce, and warned him in a low voice, "Gu Ce, do you remember how we discussed this?"

Gu Ce's gaze was fixed on Shen Zhezhu. He took a deep breath and finally took a step back, choosing to back down.

Gu Mei also breathed a sigh of relief.

They weren't here to fight this man today. Gu Mei and Gu Chou exchanged a glance and nodded.

Gu Chou stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Demon Lord, we have come here today to ask you for the person in this sedan chair."

The boy's gaze turned cold in an instant, staring at the people in front of him as if they were dead. A powerful surge of spiritual energy erupted from his body, sending them flying.

"If you don't want to die, you'd better get out of here now!"

Gu Chou was about to say something when Gu Ce exploded first. He turned around in mid-air, drew his Heavenly Star sword, and charged directly at Shen Zhezhu.

"Give Xiao Yao back!"

Last time he almost managed to take Xiao Yao away, and now that she's right in front of him, how can he back down?

Hearing this affectionate address, Shen Zhezhu felt only grating.

Why are there always people trying to steal his master?

That's right, their master is their junior brother, so they can call him Xiao Yao.

But now he...

The boy's eyes reddened, and his fingers gripped the Wujue Sword tightly.

Looking at the person in front of me, I just felt extremely annoyed.

Sensing the tense atmosphere outside, Gu Yao tilted her head and asked, "Xiao Jiu, are our senior brothers and sisters here?"

The system nodded. "Gu Chou, Gu Mei, and Gu Ce are all here."

Gu Yao sighed, straightened his clothes, and slowly got off the bed.

Her fingertips touched the red veil, but the once fluttering veil instantly froze, turning into a door that firmly trapped Gu Yao.

He can't get out!

Gu Yao gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath.

Seeing the boy's red eyes through the system's broadcast, Gu Yao frowned. The Wu Jue Sword had seriously affected Shen Zhezhu's mind.

This led him to an even more paranoid state.

Gu Yao lowered his eyes, unsure of what to do.

Outside the sedan chair, Tianxing and Wujue were already facing off again. Gu Ce turned around, wiped the blood from his lips, and looked at the person holding the black sword who was already attacking again.

Gu Yao sighed, looked at the figure through the red veil, and said softly, "Shen Zhezhu, stop!"

The sound was unusually soft, as if it could be dispersed by a gust of wind.

But Shen Zhezhu heard everything clearly.

The sword energy had already knocked Gu Mei and Gu Chou away when they stepped forward to defend, but it stopped abruptly in front of Gu Ce.

The young man's face was full of resentment, and he wanted to go in another inch, but a new sound came from inside the sedan chair.

"Shen Zhezhu, it's getting a bit cold."

The young man paused, then with a flick of his toe, he landed in front of the sedan chair.

The two were separated by a thin veil, but neither of them raised their hand.

The stagnant red gauze began to flutter again. Although they were only inches apart, Shen Zhezhu dared not raise her hand.