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

66 was stunned by Qing Yan's expression of feeling sorry for his host even though he was injured himself.

Look at the person kneeling on the ground with a heartbroken expression, and then look at your own host who is reciting the menu.

"Steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roast duck, roast chicken, roast goose, braised pork, braised duck, soy sauce chicken, cured pork, preserved pork belly..."

Even the system kept saying it was hungry.

66 didn't understand, 66 remained silent.

It was a wrong payment after all.

No wonder Xiao Jiu said not to be too emotional.

Seeing how carefree the host is, he really should first check on the mental state of the chosen one.

Being subjected to such awful manipulation by the host's CPU—oops, I mean, PUA—is just too much.

Didn't see it.

Once out of Qing Yan and the other two's sight, Gu Yao even started walking with a brisk pace.

He didn't look like someone who had just been downcast at all.

66 watched Gu Yao walk briskly and silently put away the healing medicine in her hand.

Let's not waste the medicine.

It's quite expensive, after all.

He felt that Gu Yao was no longer of any use to him.

This cheerful gait is just like a corporate slave heading off to work for dinner.

same!

Absolutely no difference!

66 sighed and resigned himself to his fate, then followed.

One second they're acting out a tragic love story, the next they're thinking about getting something to eat; their mood changes faster than turning the pages of a book.

What can be done if the host develops a split personality?

It's not like we have no choice but to "collude with him."

66 looked up at the sky and wept, feeling as if he had entered a den of thieves.

Gu Yao returned to You Su with great speed, but as soon as he stepped into You Su's territory, he quickly switched to a look of being seriously injured and unable to walk.

66: ...

Are all TV hosts this bad at acting these days?

Shouldn't we take some time to think it over?

Ci Jing was very cooperative, flying to Gu Yao's side and being used as a crutch.

Gu Yao gave Ci Jing a subtle look of approval.

He silently gave his own spirit sword a thumbs up in his heart.

As expected of my sword, it is indeed intelligent.

Follow me!

Receiving its master's praise, Ci Jing gently shook its blade, as if excited, or perhaps... shy?

Watching the interaction between the man and the sword, 66 felt deeply the wickedness of human nature.

These days, even a sword is so adept at getting things done?

This ability to read between the lines is truly wasted on a sword.

Gu Yao "stood up" as he left the mirror, and "struggled" as he approached You Su, his steps slow and heavy.

He also coughed up blood every now and then.

His face was as white as a ghost.

It looked as if it would die at any moment.

66 felt a pang of heartache seeing this; it was all real blood. If the host kept vomiting like this, wouldn't he bleed to death?

66 thought for a moment, then took out the medicine again. "Host, would you like some medicine?"

That look in her eyes showed so much heartache.

She was as kind as a grandmother who would mend your clothes with a needle.

I feel like he's about to blurt out "My dear grandson~" any second now.

Gu Yao was so frightened by 66's words that he vomited another mouthful of blood and almost broke character to curse.

Does the system have a habit of scaring people when they get into character?

Or is it that Xiao Jiu and 66 aren't related, or rather, not from the same family or clan?

Gu Yao glared at 66, somewhat speechless. "I'm getting into character, don't bother me."

Seeing the people rushing towards them from afar, Gu Yao didn't have time to say anything more to 66.

Since he's already vomited blood, he can't let it go to waste. He should just faint here.

Anyway, someone will pick me up and take me back.

He fell to the ground, and the person who came was his eldest cousin, Gu Jian, who had been guarding the border between You and Su.

Gu Yao didn't care much, as long as Su was there.

He struggled to lift his eyes, trying to make out the person in front of him, "Big Brother..."

Gu Jian looked flustered and called out Gu Yao's name.

"Brother Yao, brother Yao..."

Gu Yao closed his eyes and quietly pretended to be dead.

After all, he was really in pain and really tired.

He fought an excessive fight, and now he feels pain all over his body, as if his entire body has been disassembled and reassembled.

He can't take medicine either, at least not until others know about his injuries.

They even go so far as to deliberately make themselves look miserable.

His injury can't be minor!

Xun Yan was beaten half to death by him.

Even if he doesn't die, he must be seriously injured from fighting with Xun Yan.

This way, the North Sea Dragon Clan and the Celestial Clan cannot take the opportunity to attack You Su.

Now is not the time to completely break off relations; we must be patient!

Only if he is as seriously injured as Xun Yan can this matter be glossed over.

Even by all accounts, Beihai is in the wrong and has little to say.

If only Xun Yan is seriously injured, even if he is in the right, he will be in the wrong.

The public will always sympathize with the one who is worse off.

They never ask why things happen.

He didn't want to be morally blackmailed in the future, with people saying, "Even if xxx was wrong, you shouldn't have hit him so hard. How could you be so cruel?"

There are always some "saints" in the world who stand on what they think is a moral high ground to criticize you.

Gu Yao's eyes darkened; once was enough to experience something like this.

He didn't want to be disgusted again.

Gu Jian looked at her younger brother, who was covered in wounds, his clothes torn, and who had fainted from his injuries, and her eyes welled up with tears.

Gu Yao is like a tattered rag doll that has been cut to pieces; it feels like he's about to fall apart if you move him even slightly.

Gu Jian reached out with trembling hands and gently picked up her younger brother, not daring to use even the slightest bit of extra strength, for fear of hurting Gu Yao.

As someone gently lifted him up, Gu Yao felt himself fall into a broad, warm, and solid embrace, as if it could shield him from all the storms of the world.

Even when I was in a hurry, I didn't stumble at all.

Stable and reliable.

Gu Yao felt as if he had returned to the warm home of his childhood.

In a daze, he felt like he was still the little prince sleeping between his parents, listening to his parents tell him stories, one sentence at a time.

The bed was warm, my parents' voices were gentle, and even the fairy tale had a beautiful ending.

Gu Yao couldn't help but indulge in it. He felt like he was still lying in bed, a child drifting into a sweet dream, accompanied by his parents' stories.

Darkness descended upon Gu Yao. He wanted to linger a little longer in this warmth, but he was ultimately unable to resist sinking into the darkness.