The Daily Life of a Lazy Author Transmigrating into a Book and Doing Nothing

"you……"

"If you can't speak, why force yourself?"

Si Tu kicked Qiu Le so hard he flipped over. If Yu Xianxian were still awake, she would definitely feel heartbroken at this sight.

Oh my god, these are her only intact limbs! Can you be a little gentler?

Even though the person opposite him was just a human, looking at that smiling, devilish face, Qiu Le felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Having your hand like this is indeed a bit troublesome."

Despite the trouble, Si Tu still managed to find the pill he wanted in Qiu Le's sleeve.

"What kind of elixir is this?"

Si Tu kicked Qiu Le, who was already stiff with fear, again. He had never used these things before, so he naturally didn't understand them. Otherwise, he wouldn't have swallowed Yu Xianxian's entire bottle of pills earlier.

However, Yu Xianxian's medicine bottles are all recovery pills; swallowing them all won't cause any harm.

But this so-called national advisor is different. Who knows which of his medicine bottles contains something that can save lives, and which contains something that can kill people?

"This...this is a medicine for treating external injuries."

"Really? You don't want to know the consequences of lying to me, do you?"

Unable to look directly at the other person's face, Qiu Le could only close his eyes and nod.

Of course he wouldn't dare lie. And even if he did, so what? A man whose mere intimidation could make him lose even the will to live would be knocked out by a little bit of poison?

Script: Actually, with Yu Xianxian's physique, let alone being drugged, she could be sent away very quickly. And didn't you consider that if your whip could injure someone like this, why would poison lag behind?

It can only be said that Qiu Le was completely intimidated by the pressure, and even his basic thinking ability and survival ability disappeared.

After Si Tu swallowed the pill, his injuries indeed began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon all his injuries disappeared.

"It's actually quite effective."

Script: Sir, you swallowed a whole bottle, how could it not be effective? The recovery speed is incredibly fast, if not light-speed.

Seeing that the person opposite him looked satisfied and stopped releasing his oppressive aura, Qiu Le couldn't help but speak up: "Sir, would you mind...?"

"When did I say you could get up?"

The next second, an overwhelming pressure swept over him, causing Qiu Le to kneel on the ground once again.

"Speaking of which, I have a score to settle with you yet."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Le immediately began to sweat profusely.

"It is Qiu Le who is blind and foolish to have injured you, may I ask..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Si Tu.

"Not that one. I'm asking who gave you, a human, permission to call yourself a demon?"

"I……"

"Forget it, there's no need to explain. I've wasted enough time with a mere demonic cultivator like you. I'm in no mood for further conversation. Let's just send you to be reincarnated."

As he spoke, a bright light flashed in Si Tu's hand, but when his eyes fell on the whip on the ground, he twisted his wrist and the white light in his hand disappeared.

"Enough, you're not worth my use of Dragon Slayer."

This means...

Qiu Le, who couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance, felt a surge of hope to live, but the next second, with a "plop," that hope left him along with his head.

Si Tu tossed aside the blood-stained whip in his hand: "Tsk, not bad, but unfortunately I don't like whips."

With that, he strode away without even glancing at the headless corpse on the ground.

He's just a demonic cultivator, yet he dares to bark at him like a dog; he's really asking for trouble.

……

When Yu Xianxian woke up, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar environment.

"Ouch, my back hurts! You damn demon lord, didn't I tell you to be gentle with my body?"

Si Tu: ...Why did he want to knock her unconscious as soon as she woke up?

"Where is this?"

Yu Xianxian glanced at the completely unfamiliar garden, looked at the completely unfamiliar trees, and then touched the completely unfamiliar table. Hmm, she realized that she didn't know this place.

"I do not know either."

This is true. After coming out of that underground place that was like a secret prison, he inexplicably ended up here. Moreover, this place seemed to be protected by a magic array, which caused him to walk back to this place several times without returning.

Tsk, I didn't expect that although that demonic cultivator was as weak as a chicken, his magic array was quite powerful. He couldn't even detect where it was.

Script: So, you're totally lost, huh?

"You don't know either."

Upon hearing Si Tu's words, Yu Xianxian frowned, then stroked her chin, and after a series of careful considerations, came to a plausible conclusion.

"I understand, we've died and arrived in the underworld."

Si Tu: ...

Script: ...This is seriously reliable.

Do you think I might die?

"Why not? Haven't you already died once? It's just that the body died, but the soul did."

Si Tu: ...

That makes so much sense... what a load of rubbish!

"Do you really think a mere demonic cultivator can kill me?"

"Hey, wasn't he a demon? How did he become a demonic cultivator?"

As it turns out, Yu Xianxian's focus always deviated from Si Tu's expectations.

"These things are unimportant. Do you really think I can't tell whether the other party is a demon or a human?"

"do not know."

"you……"

Excellent! This script announces that Yu Xianxian has successfully obtained the "Angry Demon Lord" trophy for the nth time after waking up. The prize is an infinite positive increase in the Demon Lord's killing intent value. Congratulations!

Yu Xianxian: Strange, why does my neck suddenly feel cold?

"So, you really won?"

"Huh, that's natural."

"Then may I ask, Demon Lord, how did you manage to win under such difficult circumstances?"

"Ha, difficult? What's so difficult about it? I can easily knock down a Nascent Soul cultivator with just a single pressure."

"Ah, really?"

"Of course, what benefit would I gain from lying to you?"

“Indeed,” Yu Xianxian said, a wide smile spreading across her face, though there was no hint of amusement in her eyes. “If it were so easy to win, why did the Demon Lord only release his pressure after I had fainted from the pain?”

The Demon Lord meant that she could defeat Qiu Le at any time, but alas, he wouldn't; he would only make his move after Qiu Le's body was riddled with holes.

Yu Xianxian now has ample evidence to prove that this guy is either bluffing her or acting on her.

Based on the Demon Lord's nature, Yu Xianxian firmly chose the latter.