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

Okay, I'm sure everyone is totally confused right now. Where did Luo Jia go? How did the battle end? Why is Yu Xianxian still alive?

Yu Xianxian found these questions very strange.

So, after Ling Yao settled her in and left, the first thing Yu Xianxian did was take out the script and start flipping through it.

Here I have to praise our beautiful and kind-hearted Ling Meiren, who even thoughtfully picked up Yu Xianxian's script.

The first thing I noticed when I opened the script was the familiar exaggerated tone.

"Oh no, it seems Luo Jia has been thoroughly enraged and is no longer willing to waste time with Yu Xianxian, resorting directly to a mental attack—pressure. And how could Yu Xianxian withstand the pressure of a late-stage Tribulation Transcending cultivator? In less than two seconds, Yu Xianxian was practically a pulp. My goodness, blood was being squeezed out! It seems her internal organs are probably beyond saving. Does this mean we can finally begin our feast? Ah, hey, hey, I haven't even…"

Then there was another long blank space, a situation Yu Xianxian had seen before, when the mask appeared. Whenever the mask was about to leave the script, the script would be like a monitor that had been unplugged, unable to write any words. During this time, Yu Xianxian had to figure out everything herself.

Yu Xianxian stroked her chin thoughtfully and made a very reasonable assumption: Could it be that the mask turned Luo Jia into a dried-up human body?

After all, her mask seems to really enjoy consuming demonic energy, so this assumption is, well, quite reasonable.

Of course, the script shattered Yu Xianxian's beautiful fantasy the very next second.

At this moment, Loka was dumbfounded and shocked. He never expected that this strange (crossed out), incredibly powerful mask would be so powerful. Not only could it absorb his demonic energy, but it could also turn the absorbed demonic energy back against him. Of course, Loka had no time to be shocked; the sudden chill behind him reminded him of the impending danger.

Luo Jia quickly dodged, and when he landed and turned around, he was not surprised to see the Nine Netherworld Fire in Ling Yao's hand.

'I didn't expect you to take care of so many orcs so quickly.'

Luo Jia looked at Ling Yao with malicious intent in his eyes, and asked with an irritating smile, "I suppose Peak Master Ling has used quite a few assassins, hasn't she?"

"I have my own way."

Ling Yao showed Luo Jia the red bags she was carrying. That's right, Ling Yao had no objection to killing them, but instead used the petals of the Red Jade Lotus to trap the orcs.

Ah, as expected of our clever and beautiful Ling Yao!

Unfortunately, there were simply too many orcs. Even though Ling Yao was incredibly fast, Yu Xianxian had already perished by the time she finished dealing with them.

Alas, poor Yu Xianxian, may you rest in peace.

Looking at this script that both offered her peace and made her look forward to the banquet, Yu Xianxian felt her fists harden.

But a script is just a book; it doesn't involve any real pain. According to the law of a scientist who was hit by an apple, if a real fight breaks out, she'll be the one who feels the pain.

So, Yu Xianxian silently put down her fist and gave up the idea of ​​punching and kicking the script.

"Upon learning that Ling Yao had eliminated all her orcs without killing anyone, Loga, the sixth brother, looked extremely displeased."

'He's just as annoying as Wu Chan.'

'You have no right to mention that name.'

The Netherworld Fire in Ling Yao's hand transformed into a black dragon, roaring towards Luo Jia.

Luo Jia was unable to dodge in time and was struck by the Netherworld Fire, turning into a withered corpse.

Did you think Luo Jia was dead just like that? No, no, no, just as Ling Yao was retracting the Nine Netherworld Fire, Luo Jia's voice suddenly came from the sky.

"Heh, I'll let you go for now, Ling Yao, but I'll make sure you lose your life someday."

Ling Yao looked up and saw Luo Jia flying in the air with black wings. The fake skin on his face had fallen off, revealing his burned true face.

Seeing this, Ling Yao was about to summon the Red Jade Lotus to chase after them, but the petals of the Red Jade Lotus were all used to trap the half-orcs, and there was no spiritual power left for it to fly.

Oh, right, let me add something. Although we live in a world of cultivation, no matter how high one's cultivation level is, without the help of magical artifacts, one cannot fly. At most, one can jump a little higher and stay there a little longer. But demons can fly.

Therefore, without the Red Jade Lotus, Ling Yao definitely wouldn't be able to pursue Luo Jia, all thanks to the setting established by a certain shark.

Shark Fork Yu, who set the conditions: ...Day, another day of being scolded to the point of being unable to retaliate.

"Of course, even without this damn setting, Ling Yao would never have abandoned the dying Yu Xianxian to chase after Luo Jia."

So, our beautiful Ling could only watch helplessly as Luo Jia escaped, and then turned around to check on Yu Xianxian's injuries.

"Well, with shattered bones all over his body and ruptured internal organs, he's barely clinging to life. This scriptwriter thinks we can begin the feast in this condition."

Thinking about eating at her banquet every day, Yu Xianxian unconsciously clenched her fists again.

One pound of script, nine ounces of rebellious spirit, and one ounce of mask sandwiched inside.

"Fortunately, the pills refined by cultivators also have miraculous effects on ordinary people. Ling Yao is the strongest alchemist among cultivators. One high-grade Hundred Injury Pill is enough to restore Yu Xianxian to full health within a day. Alas, it's such a pity that this high-grade Hundred Injury Pill could have fetched so much silver on the black market. So many people would have dreamed of it. Now it has fallen into Yu Xianxian's mouth. Alas, what a pity."

Yu Xianxian: ……

With a loud "snap," the script was slammed shut, and judging from the volume of the sound, it was clear that the impact was somewhat emotionally charged.

The script also silently wrote in the darkness, "The foolish Yu Xianxian, unable to bear the truthful interpretation of this script, actually used her position to settle personal scores, which is truly despicable."

Of course, Yu Xianxian wouldn't see this insignificant line in the script. Even if she did, it wouldn't matter; she was already used to it.

What she really cares about now is whether there is some connection between Ling Yao and Luo Jia. For example, who is Wu Chan that Luo Jia mentioned? Yu Xianxian doesn't remember ever writing about such a character.

After racking her brains for a long time, Yu Xianxian still couldn't recall ever writing anything about this name in her book.

Since I can't remember, I won't think about it. Some things will come to me when the time is right.

Right now, what she cares about is...

Yu Xianxian opened the script and took out the golden mask from it.

Yu Xianxian wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but looking at the mask she was holding, she felt that the gold color was a bit too pale.