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

"In that case, I'll trouble Young Master Zhou to take the two of them back."

In reality, Ling Yao's true thought was to hurry back while she still remembered the way. But unexpectedly, as soon as she said this, Yu Xianxian shouted.

"Oh no."

This sound puzzled both Ling Yao and Yun Meng, who turned their gazes to her, thus missing the enigmatic look in Zhou Yun's eyes.

"Uh, well, actually, it's just that..."

Looking at Ling Yao standing in front of her, Yu Xianxian hesitated, wondering whether she should tell her that Zhou Yun was Luo Jia.

As a top-tier combatant in the cultivation world, Ling Yao could certainly put up a fight against Luo Jia, if not a sure thing.

But the line from the script, "Once the truth is revealed, we can feast," kept lingering in Yu Xianxian's mind. What if she made the wrong bet? What if Ling Yao was no match for Luo Jia? Then all three of them might die here.

But if she didn't say anything, judging from Luo Jia's attitude today, she'd probably be doomed. After all, to enter the immortal sect, Luo Jia only needed Ling Yao's recommendation, while Yu Xianxian, who knew her identity, was a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment. If not dealt with in time, she might just blow him up at a crucial moment.

Naluojia would naturally not allow her to stay. Even if he wasn't sure if Yu Xianxian knew his identity, given his cautious nature, he would definitely get rid of her as soon as possible.

What to do? Should she choose the inevitable death of herself or the possibility of all three of them dying? Yu Xianxian, torn between these choices, began frantically pulling out her sparse hair, making Ling Yao and Yun Meng think she had suffered some great shock.

Well, she was definitely traumatized, because no matter which option she chose, her chances of surviving didn't seem very high.

Help! How could she, a lowly working woman whose life goal is to be a couch potato, have such a miserable life?

Ugh, so annoying. She should be looking at the script properly at a time like this, but with these three people surrounding her, she can't.

A certain scriptwriter: Hmph, now you know how important this script is, right?

"Xianxian, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"Ah, that's right, Peak Master. Look, Senior Sister is so badly injured. Why don't you come and stay with us?"

Otherwise, that old man Luo Jia might really take advantage of the dark and windy night to kill her, or kill both her and Yun Meng.

"No, the half-human, half-tiger Qi'er that I brought back a few days ago and Ye Yao still haven't been able to completely separate it. I plan to study it again today, but I'm afraid it will disturb your and Yunmeng's rest."

Yu Xianxian: No disturbance, no disturbance, really no disturbance at all.

But before Yu Xianxian could say anything to stop her, Ling Yao turned around and disappeared into the moonlight.

Yu Xianxian: ...Peak Master, is it really necessary for you to be in such a hurry?

Ling Yao, who was almost forgetting the way, knew she couldn't help but be anxious.

"Alright, ladies, Zhou Yun will take you to your rooms."

"Good work."

Yunmeng clasped her hands in a salute and gestured with her eyes to Yu Xianxian, who was not making any movement.

Yu Xianxian, who instantly grasped its meaning: ...

"Good work."

Yu Xianxian guarantees that this is absolutely the most forced smile she has ever given in her life, without exception.

I'm really sorry to trouble you, but I'm sorry to trouble you to come and kill me.

But Zhou Yun seemed oblivious to Yu Xianxian's disgusted expression, and said with a smile, "No need, senior sisters, it's Zhou Yun's turn to leave."

Goodness, they've even started calling her "senior sister."

Yu Xianxian really wanted to say, "My dear junior brother, can you please not touch a single hair on my head?"

……

Having safely arrived inside, Yunmeng once again clasped her hands in thanks to Zhou Yun, while Yu Xianxian silently counted down the time she had left to live.

Clearly, Luo Jia did not want to reveal his identity to Yun Meng yet, so he did not make a move.

Of course, he wasn't afraid that Yu Xianxian would tell Yunmeng in private that he was Luo Jia. Putting aside whether Yu Xianxian, who had no evidence, could convince Yunmeng, what could Yunmeng do if she knew in her current state?

Even if the other party wasn't injured, let alone if he was, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator would be forced to kneel and submit to him with just a single pressure from someone at the late Tribulation Transcending stage.

Moreover, Luo Jia didn't believe that Yu Xianxian knew his true identity. He carried a top-grade magical artifact he obtained from the Demon Lord to conceal his demonic aura and cultivation level, which even fooled Ling Yao. There was no reason why Yu Xianxian, a mortal without any spiritual power, could discover it.

Luo Jia thought that he might have accidentally revealed some flaw, which made Yu Xianxian notice and realize that something was wrong.

Clearly, our classmate Luo Jia is too naive. If he knew that Yu Xianxian possessed a script that allowed her to know everything and use it to her advantage, he certainly wouldn't be so innocent.

Moreover, he never expected that after he left, it wouldn't be Yu Xianxian who mentioned this to Yunmeng, but rather Yunmeng who asked Yu Xianxian about it.

"Xianxian, why do you seem to have a lot of issues with Young Master Zhou?"

"Ah, is there any?"

Yu Xianxian felt guilty, very guilty. Why? Was she being that obvious? Probably not.

Yu Xianxian, who has an inexplicable confidence in her acting skills, attributes this to Yunmeng being too smart. In fact, Yu Xianxian practically has the words "she hates Zhou Yun" written all over her face.

Seeing that Yu Xianxian was still stubborn even in this state, Yunmeng sighed and said, "If you have anything on your mind, you can tell me or your master. You don't have to keep it to yourself."

"Don't worry, senior sister. Although I, Yu Xianxian, am basically clueless, I do know how to ask for help. If anything happens, I will definitely tell you as soon as possible."

Looking at the resolute Yu Xianxian in front of her, Yun Meng's lips twitched. She still had the energy to act crazy, so it seemed that there was nothing seriously wrong with her.

Yu Xianxian, who seemed as calm as a rock, but whose heart was also as calm as a rock, thought, "Hmph, with the script in hand, I have the world at my fingertips. What's so great about Luo Jia?"

Isn't she just one of the Demon Lord's four protectors? Isn't she just in the late stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm? Isn't she just a little powerful? Isn't killing her as easy as eating a meal...?

The more Yu Xianxian thought about it, the more panicked she became. She gave her talkative inner self a good scolding again, then rolled aside and started reading the script.

I'm so panicked, I need to quickly look at the script to calm myself down.

"It seems that the foolish Yu Xianxian has already given herself away in front of Luo Jia. I estimate that we can start the feast before today. What? You're asking if there's any way to salvage the situation? Well, that's basically impossible. Let's just sit back and wait for the feast to begin."

Looking at the script that seemed to be waiting for the banquet to begin, Yu Xianxian fell into deep thought.

Should we tear up this dog script or burn it?