Upon hearing the voice in her mind, Nanako's eyes widened instantaneously, her gaze darting left and right.
It's Lynn's inner voice!
Where?!
Where?!
Where had that annoying guy hidden?!
Then, in that moment, Nanako's gaze shot towards a temporary medical station recently set up not far away.
Lynn was lying on a stretcher, one leg wrapped in plaster, a weak expression on his face as he extended his hand, allowing a buxom nun to bandage him.
His face was so pale, his eyes so feeble.
"It's okay, it's just some scrapes. Apply some ointment and rest for a few days and you'll be fine," the nun soothed gently.
Lynn weakly said, "Thank you, kind Sister. Your heart is as beautiful as your appearance."
The nun's face turned slightly pink, flattered by the handsome young man's compliment. It was indeed a little overwhelming.
Covering her blushing face, she said, "Healing the wounded and saving lives is our duty... even though the demon has retreated, many people in the city have been killed or injured. We just want to do our bit..."
"Thank you, dear Sister. Hiss—"
"What's wrong? Is there any other place that hurts?"
"My collarbone hurts a lot, I think it's broken."
"It's okay, it's just some scrapes. Do you want me to blow on it?"
"Okay!"
Then, under Nanako's watchful gaze, the buxom Sister leaned over, her face flushed, gently blowing on the scrape on his collarbone with her mouth.
"Yikes!" Nanako stared wide-eyed.
Then she heard Lynn's inner voice.
[Indeed, wherever there are Sisters, all wounds can be healed! (￣▽￣)／]
[As the savior of the city this month, I should be able to enjoy some tender care, right?]
[Although the injury is self-inflicted, hehehe—]
[Of course, if it were Master Lolita blowing on it, that would be even better! →_→]
[Hmm... I need to think of a reason... to get the blue-haired Lolita to come over...]
Nanako: "Tsk (艹皿艹)!"
As expected.
Exactly as she had guessed!
Every time she was not paying attention, no matter where it was, he would always find some opportunity, naturally using various excuses to find the Sisters!
This was truly infuriating!
Since you want your master to blow on it, why don't you just wait quietly for your master to come back?!
Her master was not an unreasonable person!
Damn it!
Nanako, steam billowing from her head, cheeks puffed out, sapphire eyes glaring, stormed over with a fierce aura.
She poked the blushing Sister.
Sister: "⊙_⊙???"
Nanako: "(Fist) o(▼皿▼メ;)o (continuously screaming...)(depicting a terrifying scene...)"
Sister: "o((⊙﹏⊙))o"
Nanako extended her small hand, pointed off into the distance with a (▼ヘ▼#) expression, and a puff of steam shot out of her nose.
The priestess: "(；≧д≦)! (Nodding) (Running)"
"......"
"......"
Watching the priestess seemingly flee from the scene.
Victorious, Nanako, clutching her chest, stands proudly in front of Lynn's stretcher, looking down at him with his eyes closed, a satisfied expression on his face.
"Hmph!" Nanako snorted proudly, a small sound escaping from her nose.
Lynn was taken aback.
[This familiar voice is...?]
[And this scent of an aged loli...?]
Lying on the stretcher, Lynn paused, tilting his head back slightly, then looking up.
"......"
"......"
Suddenly, the figure of a proud loli looking down at him emerged before his eyes.
As everyone knows, a typical loli dress is adorned with lace and puffs up slightly at the knees, creating a vacuum of a few to a dozen centimeters between the legs and the skirt.
If you use a very rigorous mathematical formula and geometric logic, and calculate the angle formed between Lynn's lying position and the loli master...
At this moment, the gaze projected upwards has at least an 85% chance...
of seeing the absolute territory of a girl that should absolutely not be seen!
"......"
"......"
Lynn stared for two seconds, his face not blushing, his heart not beating, he greeted her, waved his hand with a smile, and said:
"Master, you... you're finally back! Your disciple missed you so much!"
But he did not get up.
[Pink, pink, pink, pink...]
Countless comments flashed by.
Nanako was taken aback, somewhat confused by the sudden heartfelt words of her disciple.
Pink?
What pink?
She originally thought that after seeing her breaking his good deeds, he would have a lot of mental activity.
Why is he just repeating these three words?
She didn't understand.
Scratching the back of her head, Nanako's face soon showed a proud expression, wanting to probe further.
"What? Missed me? What happened to your injury? Don't you want to tell your master?"
Lynn, lying on the stretcher, with slightly red eyes, said:
"It's not a big deal, just some superficial injuries during the demon invasion. Compared to those who really need help, your disciple is nothing."
[Pink, pink, pink, pink...]
Nanako: "???"
Eh?
That's not right!
The script shouldn't develop like this!
Normally, when the disciple says such insincere words, his mental reaction should not be like this.
What pink? Where is the pink?
It seems that the attention of the disciple is not here at all!
[Pink, pink, pink, pink...]
Nanako "???"
She widened her eyes, quickly looked left and right, and then saw the cherry blossoms fluttering in the wind.
She paused.
Is it about the cherry blossoms?
But what's so special about these cherry blossoms?
So Nanako looked up, staring at the cherry blossoms in the sky, trying to figure something out.
Staring--
Staring--
Hmm...
Cherry blossoms fluttered down, landing on her nose.
Achoo——
Nanako rubbed her nose, her face filled with confusion.
So, what exactly is happening?!
There's nothing particularly special about these cherry blossoms...
And what on earth is this pink thing he keeps mentioning?
Nanako then looked down at him hesitantly, trying to decipher something from his expression.
Just as she was about to probe further, suddenly, her eyes widened in realization.
Wait...wait a minute!!
Pink...
Could it be...
Is he referring to...
Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
