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...
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
