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

With a "whoosh," the sound of wind breaking came from behind. Without turning around, Yu Xianxian instinctively dodged to the side.

Although this world is a bit unkind to a mortal like her, I'm sorry, she doesn't want to die yet.

But unexpectedly, Luo Jia's arrows were so unsportsmanlike that they could rotate 360 ​​degrees and track the target.

Yu Xianxian watched as the arrow, which should have been stuck in the ground and turned into a puddle of water, abruptly turned in mid-air and shot towards her.

At such close range, even if Yu Xianxian were fully conscious, she wouldn't be able to process what was happening, let alone be in a daze.

Sure enough, Luo Laoliu could have killed her long ago, but he insisted on playing a cat-and-mouse game.

Just as the arrow was about to pierce his brow, red lotus petals appeared in the next second, and the arrow vanished instantly.

"Heh, the petals of the Crimson Jade Lotus. No wonder Ling Yao was so confident; she was prepared all along. But..."

Luo Jia smiled disdainfully, a sight that sent chills down one's spine in the darkness.

"How long can a mere petal last?"

Luo Jia raised his hand, and the demonic energy emanating from his body was clearly visible even to Yu Xianxian, an ordinary person without spiritual power.

"Don't blame me, Fairy Fairy, blame yourself for ruining my plans."

One after another, venomous snakes flew out from his sleeves, rushing towards Yu Xianxian. Even though the Red Jade Lotus withstood attack after attack, it eventually developed cracks under the impact and bites of the venomous snakes.

Hearing the "bang bang" sounds around her, Yu Xianxian's hands turned the pages of the book faster and faster. There was no use in running away; reading the script was the only thing she could do now.

"Oh, I didn't expect that even at this time, Miss Xianxian would still have the mind to read a book."

Suddenly, Yu Xianxian felt the script in her hand being pulled by a huge force; it was Luo Jia using magic to snatch it away.

Hong Yulian could only recognize attacks that posed a danger to Yu Xianxian, and completely ignored Luo Jia's banditry. Besides, how could Yu Xianxian's strength possibly compare to that of an old monster in the Tribulation Transcending stage?

In no time at all, the book fell into Luo Jia's hands.

"I'm curious what kind of book is so interesting."

As Luo Jia spoke, he casually turned to the first page.

Before him was an exquisitely crafted golden mask. Luo Jia was immediately amazed, but the next second he realized something was wrong. The demonic energy around him was slowly swirling towards the mask.

By the time Loga realized the problem, the mask was like a ferocious beast with its jaws wide open, frantically sucking up the demonic energy from his body.

The massive vortex of air made it hard for Loga to breathe. He instinctively threw off his mask and took a few steps back.

The script was closed, and everything returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Kologa looked at her hand that had just held the book, felt the little magic energy she had left, and looked at the script over there with lingering fear.

What was that? A magical artifact? What kind of magical artifact could absorb so much of his demonic energy in an instant? A top-grade spiritual artifact? No, it should be a divine artifact. But how could such a divine artifact fall into the hands of a mortal?

The venomous snakes in his sleeves had all slithered back in after that incident. Luo Jia looked at Yu Xianxian, who was even more bewildered than him, and his eyes flashed with cold light.

"Miss Xianxian is so capable; she had prepared such a wonderful gift for me."

Yu Xianxian: ...Hey, didn't you snatch it yourself? Why are you blaming her?

But Luo Jia didn't care about any of that; all he wanted now was to turn Yu Xianxian into mincemeat as soon as possible. Although demonic energy could be restored, his body had taken so many years to recover to this state, and having so much demonic energy absorbed all at once would definitely be harmful to his body.

He's just a mere mortal, a mere mortal, yet he dares to treat him like this.

The pressure from the late-stage Tribulation Transcending Realm was fully unleashed, and Yu Xianxian was directly pressed to the ground.

As for Hong Yulian, oh, sorry, she's only responsible for physical attacks; she can't handle mental attacks.

Yu Xianxian was just a mortal without spiritual power. Facing a late-stage Tribulation Transcending cultivator, the mere pressure from him was enough to kill her.

At this moment, Yu Xianxian felt as if her internal organs were about to explode, and the blood in her body kept shouting "not enough housing" and then desperately rushed out.

Yu Xianxian's head was also pressed down so hard that she couldn't even lift her head to spit out blood; she could only let the blood dig its own way out.

My vision was already blurred, and I couldn't even tell if the land in front of me was red or yellow. I could only close my eyes helplessly to avoid seeing my own internal organs jumping out and singing the Declaration of Independence, which would disgust me.

Strangely, even though her eardrums had ruptured long ago, she seemed to still hear a sigh, as if it were coming from her mind.

Hmm, I guess her death was so gruesome that her aesthetic sense couldn't stand it anymore, which is why she sighed, Yu Xianxian thought to herself.

However, this sigh was only uttered once, and the world was plunged back into silent darkness.

Yu Xianxian didn't know how long she had been in the darkness. Just as she was wondering if the Black and White Impermanence were on holiday, she heard a familiar female voice in her ear.

"Xianxian...Xianxian..."

That voice... it's Ling Yao. Sigh, could it be that the beautiful Ling Yao also died and became a ghost messenger in the underworld, and now they're collecting her soul?

If Ling Yao, who was holding Yu Xianxian, knew that Yu Xianxian in her arms was constantly cursing them both to die, she would probably throw her to the ground and leave her to fend for herself the next second.

Fortunately, Ling Yao doesn't know, well, as long as Yu Xianxian doesn't do anything reckless.

"Peak...Peak Master, is that you?"

"It's me. I've already given you the Hundred Injury Pill. It will take a while for the medicine to take effect, so don't fall asleep."

"The Hundred Wounds Pill? Aren't we all dead? Will taking the medicine still be of any use?"

Ling Yao, who is living a good life: ?

"You and I are both still alive, so don't talk nonsense. I'll take you back to your room to rest now."

"Are you sure you're not trying to lure me to the underworld?"

Ling Yao, the "Underworld Messenger": ...

"If you continue to spout nonsense, I will truly do as you wish."

Yu Xianxian: ……

She immediately shut up, saying, "Sorry, she was speaking too loudly just now."

Seeing that Yu Xianxian had calmed down, Ling Yao didn't delay. She picked up Yu Xianxian and lightly jumped onto the roof, heading towards her room.

The morning light shone on Yu Xianxian's face. She struggled to open her eyes, and what greeted her was a magnificent sunrise.

A gentle breeze caressed her face. She glanced down and saw that her green immortal robes were covered in red bloodstains, but judging from the level of pain, her injuries seemed to have healed.

It's okay, it's okay, just think of it as dye stains on your clothes.

Despite having mentally prepared herself, Yu Xianxian still subconsciously avoided looking at the bloodstains on her clothes and instead looked up at Ling Meiren's delicate chin.

Ah, a beauty is a beauty; she looks good from every angle.