The Host in Quick Transmigration Always Wants to Break Her Character

Lin Jingyi followed Ma Guangtou to a courtyard, knocked on the door, and saw a woman with a slightly pale face, dressed in white, with a deep sorrow between her brows.

Lin Jingyi: Oh wow, isn't this Nie Shuangshuang?

Fortunately, she had disguised herself before coming, so Nie Shuangshuang would definitely not recognize her.

At this moment, Lin Jingyi had blackened his skin, tied his hair up high, tied a gray cloth around his forehead, and was dressed in black coarse linen clothes. He carefully lowered his head and deliberately spoke in a rough voice.

Their appearances are worlds apart from Yan Zhao's.

When Ma Guangtou saw Nie Shuangshuang's pitiful appearance, a look of amazement flashed in his eyes, followed by a glint of ambiguous light that quickly disappeared.

Ma Guangtou felt that the girl in front of him was like a celestial being. No wonder the former leader was willing to give up his martial arts and sacrifice his life to bring Miss Nie back.

Truly, to die beneath a peony is to be romantic even as a ghost; he would gladly accept that.

"Gentlemen, may I ask what brings you here?"

After opening the door, Nie Shuangshuang tidied her wind-blown hair and spoke softly to Lin Jingyi and Ma Guangtou.

Perhaps because she was pampered by Mo Wuji, Nie Shuangshuang exuded charm in every gesture, while her bright eyes revealed her innocence, and her lips shone with a luster.

She was truly a stunning beauty, both innocent and alluring, captivating people without even realizing it! Seeing her small mouth and figure, Ma Guangtou felt his throat go dry and unconsciously swallowed.

Upon hearing Nie Shuangshuang's words, Ma Guangtou's face was full of smiles as he said to her, "Miss Nie, these are the servants Elder Hu arranged to serve in your courtyard."

Lin Jingyi: Am I a servant?

Before Nie Shuangshuang could reply, Lin Jingyi anxiously lowered his voice and said to Ma Guangtou:

"Brother Ma, I came to the Underworld Sect to learn martial arts, not to serve as a servant."

"Little Zhao, our Underworld Sect doesn't support idlers. I'll bring you the sect's basic cultivation techniques tomorrow, and you can learn them."

Ma Guangtou earnestly advised Lin Jingyi.

Afterwards, Lin Jingyi pretended to be persuaded and nodded helplessly: "Alright then, Brother Ma, remember to bring me the cultivation technique tomorrow."

"Understood." Ma Guangtou said impatiently. This newcomer is such a hassle; he has no sense of propriety and asks so many questions.

When Nie Shuangshuang heard that someone had finally arranged for servants to come to their courtyard, her eyes lit up and her tone became much lighter: "Thank you Elder Hu, thank you brother."

Seeing Lin Jingyi and Ma Guangtou whispering to each other, Nie Shuangshuang ignored them and stood waiting for them to speak.

"Then, Miss Nie, why don't you take him to familiarize himself with what he needs to do? He's new here and doesn't know much about things." Ma Guangtou said, glancing at Nie Shuangshuang again before turning back every three steps as he walked away.

At this moment, he was considering staying here to serve Zhao Yan instead, since Mo Wuji was now a cripple and couldn't beat him at all.

But the bald man only dared to think about it. Chen Yuan hadn't even touched Mo Wuji yet. If he dared to touch Mo Wuji's woman, he might have to die.

We can only take a few more glances and feast our eyes.

Ma Guangtou left reluctantly. Nie Shuangshuang, seeing the way he and Lin Jingyi had just whispered to each other, assumed that Ma Guangtou was reluctant to part with Lin Jingyi.

"Okay, take care, sir." Nie Shuangshuang watched Ma Guangtou leave, then said softly to Lin Jingyi, "Young man, come in with me."

Nie Shuangshuang opened the door and said to Lin Jingyi.

She felt that the young man looked familiar, but she couldn't remember who he was, only attributing it to the fact that Lin Jingyi had a very common face.

Lin Jingyi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Nie Shuangshuang did not recognize him.

Following Nie Shuangshuang inside, they found the courtyard to be quite messy, overgrown with weeds of varying heights.

After entering the courtyard, there is a flattened path that leads straight to the large house in the center. There are small side rooms on both sides, but there is no way to go there.

Entering the middle room, the furniture inside was antique, and on the table was a man dressed in red, looking haggard, quickly flipping through books.

Upon seeing Nie Shuangshuang and Lin Jingyi enter, the man in red slowly raised his eyes and looked at the two of them, a lingering tenderness in his eyes.

But upon seeing Lin Jingyi, the gentleness vanished instantly, replaced by a chill.

"Shuangshuang, who is the man behind you?"

Mo Wuji's tone was icy, and his gaze toward Lin Jingyi was scrutinizing.

Nie Shuangshuang unconsciously clenched the silk handkerchief in her hand, looked at Mo Wuji, and said timidly, "It was... a servant arranged by Elder Hu."

Ever since Mo Wuji was forced to step down as sect leader, he has become unpredictable and irritable. Nie Shuangshuang is terrified whenever Mo Wuji's expression changes even slightly.

Upon hearing this, Mo Wuji sneered and turned his gaze away from Lin Jingyi.

Turning to look at Nie Shuangshuang, tenderness began to fill her eyes again. Seeing that Nie Shuangshuang looked like a frightened rabbit, she immediately felt pity for her.

"Ah..." Nie Shuangshuang exclaimed in surprise as Mo Wuji pulled her into his arms and made her sit on his lap.

Lin Jingyi: Does this mean I don't exist?

Despite these thoughts, Lin Jingyi kept his head down and observed the two of them with his divine sense.

"Shuangshuang, I won't allow you to look at other men. Your eyes, everything about you, belongs to me."

Mo Wuji looked at Nie Shuangshuang in his arms with an extremely serious expression, and then showered her eyes with kisses.

Shuangshuang belongs to him; she can only look at her.

Nie Shuangshuang closed her eyes tightly, and when she remembered that there was still someone else, a surge of hot blood rushed to her brain and quickly turned red.

"Brother Wuji..."

Nie Shuangshuang shyly pushed Mo Wuji away with both hands, but when she couldn't, she could only remind him aloud.

Upon hearing this, Mo Wuji stopped what he was doing, pulled Nie Shuangshuang into his arms, and his peach blossom eyes flashed with coldness. This person had no sense at all.

"Step back!" Mo Wuji shouted coldly at Lin Jingyi.

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, Lin Jingyi lowered his head, slowly turned around, and closed the door behind him.

Soon, the woman's soft moans and the man's roars reached Lin Jingyi's ears.

Lin Jingyi covered his ears with his hands: Don't listen to what's improper, don't listen to what's improper...

Lin Jingyi shut out his hearing, letting the cold wind blow outside the door, waiting for the two to finish.

About half an hour later, Mo Wuji came out looking completely satisfied.

Perhaps satisfied, Mo Wuji's attitude towards Lin Jingyi improved. Seeing Lin Jingyi standing with his head down in front of him, Mo Wuji asked indifferently, "What's your name?"

"Zhao Yan."

Mo Wuji: "What can you do?"

Lin Jingyi: "Knows a little martial arts..."

Mo Wuji's face darkened instantly upon hearing this. Everyone in the Underworld Sect knew that the word "martial arts" was not to be mentioned in front of him, yet this person had the audacity to bring it up.

Mo Wuji narrowed his peach blossom eyes, which were filled with a chilling killing intent.

Lin Jingyi sensed it, but still kept his head down and made a cupped-hands gesture.

Mo Wuji clenched his fists, then slowly opened them again.

No matter how angry he was, he had lost power and was now a useless person with no skills. He could only find a sense of accomplishment in Nie Shuangshuang.

Even so, his gaze toward Lin Jingyi remained icy: "Go and boil a bucket of hot water; I want to take a bath."