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

"Don't shout, I can hear you."

Si Tu held the Dragon-Slaying Sword horizontally in front of him, and with a light flick of his finger, the bright red blood immediately disappeared, just like the blood's owners.

"They... they're all dead?"

"Don't worry, they'll be completely and utterly dead."

Si Tu raised the Dragon-Slaying Sword, now stained black by demonic energy, his tone undisguisedly lighthearted. "It really does look better now that it's been tainted with demonic energy."

The next second, Yu Xianxian punched that annoying face in her mind!

A scriptwriter nestled in Yu Xianxian's arms: Good heavens, what a chaotic scene this is, I'm outta here.

The script was right; at this moment, the atmosphere between Yu Xianxian and Si Tu was practically a battlefield.

"Ha, you really have the guts to make a move."

Whether she was stunned or not, it took Si Tu a few seconds to react before she touched the side of her face that had been hit.

Because it was merely a spiritual sense, and Yu Xianxian, a mortal without even spiritual power, delivered a slap with less force than a newborn infant. While the physical damage was zero, the mental damage was considerable.

Let alone his face, even when he slaughtered the entire Heavenly Realm back then, he was not injured at all. Now, a young girl in her early twenties with no power has slapped him. Ha, this is really unexpected.

"Sorry, it was a slip of the hand. I hope the Demon Lord won't hold it against me."

A slip of the hand? What a flimsy excuse.

Si Tu narrowed his eyes, looking at the innocent-looking Yu Xianxian, and said in a cold voice, "Do you really think I won't kill you?"

"I don't care, I'm just worried that the Demon Lord might have to stay at the bottom of the sea for who knows how long?"

"Ha, pointless threats will lose their value if used too often."

Si Tu leaned closer to Yu Xianxian, his expression seemingly filled with murderous intent.

"Although this body is in poor condition, I don't mind using it before I get it fixed."

As he spoke, demonic energy enveloped his entire body, and the two were extremely close, close enough that Si Tu could kill Yu Xianxian with a mere flick of his wrist.

"Erasing your consciousness from this world is just a matter of a moment for me."

"is it?"

Facing Si Tu's threat, Yu Xianxian showed no fear whatsoever; she had already prepared herself when she threw that punch.

To be honest, this world isn't all that great; it's full of dangers. She's still a useless person without any spiritual roots, which is completely different from the overpowered protagonist she had imagined.

To be honest, the days of slacking off on Lingyao Peak weren't so bad at first, but now that she has this "tenant" who doesn't pay rent in her body, and has to worry about her safety from time to time, Yu Xianxian, a lazy bum, has really had enough of this kind of life.

Let her die if she wants; maybe she'll have a chance to go back to the modern world and continue her original life. Even if she goes straight to have tea with the King of Hell, it's still better than living in fear here every day. Anyway, she'll be a hero again in eighteen years.

but……

Thinking of Yunmeng, who died at her hands, Yu Xianxian gritted her teeth and finally said, "I'm afraid my rotten body is not enough for the Demon Lord to wreak havoc on. If you really want to kill me, then the Demon Lord had better be prepared to roll back to the mask and be buried in the ground."

Si Tu's divine sense was so powerful that if he didn't use the mask as a medium, just controlling Yu Xianxian's body for a moment would probably turn her into a pile of minced meat. But even with the mask, Si Tu couldn't control her body indefinitely. Putting aside the strength of his divine sense, just the demonic energy emanating from his body wouldn't be enough for Yu Xianxian's mortal body to withstand for long.

Of course, Si Tu knew all this. Otherwise, why wouldn't he keep controlling Yu Xianxian to help him create a body? You know, with Yu Xianxian's laziness, she would drag things out as long as possible. Without Si Tu forcibly controlling her, Si Tu would probably be stuck in the mask until Yu Xianxian died of old age.

"Ha, you do know how to save your own life."

Si Tu's demonic aura dissipated, his eyes filled with mockery. He guessed that Yu Xianxian was the only one who had the opportunity to threaten him so many times. As for the others, they probably went to the underworld to report for duty the very first time.

"Thank you for the compliment, Demon Lord. Unfortunately, I only know how to save my own life, not how to save others' lives."

Si Tu knew perfectly well who this "other person" was. He looked at the barely concealed anger on the person opposite him and a pleased smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"Who told them to run into me when I was in a good mood? I can only blame them for being too nosy. If they hadn't come after me, I might have lived a few more years."

"I don't think they can only live a few more years."

"Ha, the person is dead, what's the point of saying all this?"

“The person is dead, but this is the world of cultivation. Death does not mean one cannot live. Moreover, there is a powerful figure in front of me.”

Hearing Yu Xianxian's words, which sounded like flattery, Si Tu stopped laughing.

Do you think I'd help you save people?

“Under normal circumstances, the Demon Lord would not, but surely the Demon Lord hasn’t forgotten our deal.”

Si Tu's eyes sharpened. Had the terms she offered this person back then been too good? That's why she kept trying to take advantage of him.

"There were only three conditions, and you've already used two of them, both to save others. Should I praise you for being kind-hearted?"

"No need for praise. I will be eternally grateful as long as the demons can save the person."

Si Tu stared at Yu Xianxian for a long time, then suddenly laughed: "Heh, interesting, but it's impossible for me to save people."

"Is the Demon Lord going to break the contract?"

Yu Xianxian was shocked that this guy would rather risk being punished by the heavens than save people, and she frowned deeply.

"No, what I mean is I won't save people."

"Can't you save someone?"

"I'm not an alchemist, how could I save people? Especially dead people."

"Is the Demon Lord unable to even save a few people?"

"Ha, who says a Demon Lord has to be able to save people? I can bring their souls back, but..."

Si Tu pointed to the bodies of several people with large gashes in their chests and said, "What good do you think it would do even if I brought their souls back? To let them experience death again?"

This time, Yu Xianxian fell silent. She hadn't thought of these things. Si Tu was right. His strength was great, but that didn't mean he was omnipotent. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been threatened by a mere mortal like her.

At this moment, Yu Xianxian lowered her head, her eyes losing their luster once more: "Is there really no other way?"

Looking at Yu Xianxian's pale face, which looked like she was about to die, Si Tu mischievously admired it for a while before casually saying, "It's not that there's no way."

Yu Xianxian raised her head and grabbed the other person as if she were someone who had sunk to the bottom and wanted to grasp the last straw.

"any solution?"

Si Tu bent down and whispered in Yu Xianxian's ear, his voice like a devil's: "Don't you have a pretty impressive book? You've only ever read it, never even thought about changing the contents?"

A book? You mean the script? Something to revise?

Yu Xianxian's brain began to work at high speed, and the expression in her eyes gradually began to regain its luster.

Does he mean that rewriting the script can also change reality?

A scenario where someone is trying to escape war: Hmm, so it has this function too?