After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere

Chapter 10: Today is also my birthday

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She remembered that the book wrote that Shen Yu was a man who thought highly of himself and always carried a white jade flute named "Xiu Bai" with him, but he never played it and just hung it around his waist.

Jiang Niannian looked around and her eyes were almost dazzled. There were so many monks with white jade flutes on their waists. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind. Since she couldn't find Shen Yu, she could let Shen Yu come to find her!

She quietly poured the wine in front of her on herself.

A scream broke out in the crowd, attracting the attention of the monks.

Jiang Niannian was lying on the ground, twitching all over, covered in blood, foaming at the mouth, holding the female monk next to him with one hand, and kept muttering: "Quick... go find Fuhua Saint, I'm dying..."

The female cultivator turned pale with fear, and the scream naturally came from her.

"Quick, go and ask for help from Saint Fuhua, someone is in trouble here, suspected to be suffering from epilepsy!"

The monks were whispering to each other, and soon a young man in a pink robe and carrying a medicine box came over.

Everyone respectfully gave way to him.

He stood and glanced at Jiang Niannian lying on the ground, his expression somewhat gloomy.

She sneered, "Pretending to be sick? Whose maid are you? You are so brave!"

Jiang Niannian's heart skipped a beat. She opened her eyes slightly and looked at the light yellow bow tied around the boy's waist. The corner of her mouth twitched, "Who are you? Kid, stop making trouble. Go play somewhere else."

The young man's eyebrows were like distant mountains, and his pair of black and gilded eyes glanced over inadvertently, arrogantly. He looked at Jiang Niannian with the eyes of a mentally retarded person, and said coldly: "Didn't you pretend to be sick to lure me here? Who are you pretending to be stupid for now?"

Although the novel did not describe the appearance of the Holy Lord Fuhua, Jiang Niannian really couldn't connect the four words "Holy Lord Fuhua" with the young man in front of her who was wearing a pink dress and a bow tie.

She said, "You are really burning newspapers at the grave - fooling the ghosts. If you are the Holy Lord Fuhua, why don't you have a white jade flute around your waist?"

Just as the young man was about to speak, a maid squeezed into the crowd, hurried to the young man, and said, "Saint Lord, I found the white jade flute that you couldn't find this morning. It fell under the bed."

Boy: Raised his eyebrows coldly.

Jiang Niannian: Petrified on the spot.

Damn, this is too embarrassing. I’m already scratching the Afang Palace on my feet.

Jiang Niannian was so ashamed that her face turned slightly red.

But in Shen Yu's eyes, Jiang Niannian was fascinated by his handsome appearance. After all, there were countless women in this world who admired him.

He waved his hand: "All gone."

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the music and singing started again, creating a lively atmosphere.

Shen Yu glanced at Jiang Niannian and said, "There won't be a next time."

Turned around and was about to leave.

Shen Yu's body stiffened when his thigh was hugged by someone, and then he frowned slightly: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Niannian raised her face and smiled at him, her tone somewhat flattering: "Saint Lord, I have long heard that you are extraordinary and have superb medical skills. You are the best in this world and no one dares to claim to be second. Today, I see that your reputation is indeed well-deserved. In my life, I wish I could be crazy about you, mad for you, and bang my head against the wall for you! Today, I am not teasing you on purpose, but to meet you and ask you to do me a favor, a small favor, hehe."