Stealing the Yuri Protagonist Harem

Chapter 121: Section 121

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Luo Wusheng didn't say a word the whole time, just letting Miss Sword Immortal's seemingly endless tears soak his clothes completely.

How should I put it? It was the first time that he felt a girl crying in his arms.

And she is a peerless beauty with impeccable looks like Xiao Yuli.

The clothes he was wearing were already stained with the scent of this little girl, and it was soaked through...

However, looking at the fragile girl in his arms, he felt a little pity in his heart.

If you think about it carefully, he is actually one of the few people in the world who knows this girl best.

Although he could not remember the later plot of the original work for unknown reasons, Xiao Yuli was the protagonist of the original work after all. The information about this girl was undoubtedly the most known by Luo Wusheng in the original work except for himself, the Holy Son of the Demon Sect.

Although the original work is a fantasy yuri novel, and the plot basically revolves around the real protagonist Miss Jianxian going through a series of events and then "accidentally" conquering the harem, the conventional settings are still quite conventional.

For example, Xiao Yuli's life story is the same as the protagonist in the regular series. She lost her relatives and friends when she was young and entered the Sword Pavilion to practice swordsmanship...

Before obtaining the wooden sword of Sword Ancestor, he was the most mediocre disciple in the Sword Pavilion and suffered countless cold stares in the Sword Pavilion.

In addition, her master is a cold-faced but warm-hearted person, and over time, this girl has developed the habit of not showing any vulnerability in her outward appearance.

Perhaps it is for this reason that, after obtaining the sword body and sword heart, she entered the "outbreak" state to fully release her emotions that had nowhere to go

Well, it’s just that this feeling is indeed a bit too passionate, and the heroines in the original work couldn’t handle it one after another and went astray.

As Luo Wusheng was thinking, he felt the trembling and sobbing of the little girl in his arms became weaker and weaker.

Sure enough, after just a short while, Xiao Yuli's body moved slightly, and then she slightly broke away from clinging to Luo Wusheng, and raised her pretty face that looked like a crying little cat.

To be honest, this girl has a different kind of beauty when she just finished crying.

Those beautiful eyes were lightly misted and slightly red, which aroused Luo Wusheng's desire to protect her.

Luo Wusheng looked at the girl who had just finished crying and was still speechless. He then glanced at his clothes whose lining was wet on his chest. A helpless smile appeared on his face, but he gently stretched out a hand.

Holding a little of his sleeve, he carefully wiped Miss Sword Fairy's now painted face.

Anyway, the dress has become like this, so I might as well sacrifice it all to this girl's tears.

And in a way it's worth the money.

Xiao Yuli obediently let Luo Wusheng wipe her little face. She suppressed the urge to continue crying and instead had another inexplicable feeling.

After wiping all the tears from her face, she gently leaned her little head back against Luo Wusheng's chest, not caring at all that it was already wet with her tears.

Breathing gradually becomes steady.

"Luo Lang... Xiao Yuli wants to be with you forever..."

The little girl whispered softly.

Luo Wusheng was slightly startled.

Then he rubbed the little head of the person in his arms again.

"… Um."

If it were in the original story, this would probably be the winning line for Miss Sword Fairy as she used her illness strategy to conquer her harem.

Shaking his head, Luo Wusheng looked carefully at the little girl in his arms.

She was still dressed the same way as when she had stayed at Wangxianlou Inn, except that her clothes were covered in a lot more dust and dirt, making her look a little dishevelled.

The aqua-colored boots on her tiny feet were also stained with mud.

At this time, Miss Jianxian felt an inexplicable peace of mind because of the reply just now. After venting, she began to feel that she had cried a little inappropriately. She felt a little embarrassed, but secretly looked at Luo Wusheng.

She noticed that Luo Lang's eyes were on her feet, so she stopped crying and looked over there.

She blinked her big eyes and quickly thought of something.

"Ah, that new gift Laurent gave me..."

As she spoke, she took out a neatly folded white silk product from her arms, "Hey... hey~ I was afraid of getting it dirty when I used the new spell that Master taught me, so I put it away first..."

Xiao Yuli's face was flushed, but she forced a smile on her face, as if trying to hide the traces of crying.

This child's smile with obvious intentions made Luo Wusheng feel a little amused.

He had previously wondered where the white silk he had given the girl had gone, but he never expected that it was kept by the girl for this reason.

Such a cute girl.

The little girl seemed to think that her previous action was not enough to change the subject, so she raised her hand holding the white silk and said, "By the way! Xiao Yuli has learned how to wear it now... I will wear it for Luo Lang to see!"

After saying that, she kicked off her shoes and socks, revealing a pair of small feet that seemed to have been carefully crafted.

However, it was indeed not easy for her to wear white stockings in her current position, but she didn't want to leave Luo Wusheng's arms.

After a little thought, she adjusted her sitting position, leaning her back lightly against Luo Wusheng's body, and then sat on Luo Wusheng's thighs without any worries.

Then, she gently began to lift up her skirt...

"Huh? It looks like there's something hard again?"

Although Luo Wusheng said that he had fully recovered, Lu Yuli was still extremely sensitive to the changes in his body.

After realizing that something was wrong, she quickly turned her head and looked at Luo Wusheng with a little worry.

"Luo Lang, I feel that hard thing again... Is your body still not healed?"

"… Well, don't worry, I'm really fine this time."

Luo Wusheng looked a little embarrassed: "As for that thing... well, Xiao Yuli, don't worry about it, it will soften after a while."

After hearing his explanation, Miss Jianxian's face was still full of suspicion.

But out of trust in Luo Wusheng, she turned her head back.

But the feeling under her body was really strange, so she couldn't help but move her little buttocks.

Then the next moment, her head turned back.

The presence of the thing beneath me became more obvious.

"Luolang..."

"Don't worry, it's okay, you don't have to worry about this..."

Luo Wusheng had some cold sweat on his forehead and wanted to coax the little girl back, but Xiao Yuli was not easy to fool this time.

"No! Let Xiao Yuli see!"

As she spoke, her eyes moved down to see what that big, hard and hot thing was.

Luo Wusheng's old face turned red, and he wanted to find something to divert Xiao Yuli's attention, but his mind was full of the wonderful touch that the little girl had just given him.

Seeing that the little girl's movements showed no sign of slowing down and she was about to move her body, Luo Wusheng became anxious.

"Xiao Yuli, look outside, there's something flying in the sky!"

The little girl, whose IQ was not yet up to standard, was easily fooled and turned her head to look outside the door.

Then a surprised sound was made.

"Really? There's an ugly mouse flying in the sky!"

Section 1#Volume 1#Chapter 180 Shushu: Haha, it’s fake, all fake!

Luo Wusheng was slightly stunned.

Did I just say it casually

And... what an ugly mouse

His mind moved, and he immediately extracted the part related to this keyword from his memory.

Ever since Yue Xuanji had calculated his bad luck for him and said that if he wanted to avoid a major disaster in the near future, all he needed to do was find a rat demon that had converted to Buddhism at some unknown time, he had become more alert towards rodent creatures. He also kept some memories of a certain rat demon in a corner of his sea of consciousness, waiting to be turned out at the critical moment.

(Could it be that rat demon?)

Luo Wusheng's gaze immediately followed the direction Xiao Yuli was looking.

However, there was indeed a flash of golden light in the air visible outside the temple gate.

With a little concentration, the outline of the golden light became clearer, revealing the figure within it.

It was an ugly mouse with golden skin all over its body and a tuft of red hair on its forehead.

It felt extremely familiar to Luo Wusheng.

"Fuck... it really is it!"

This sudden encounter left Luo Wusheng speechless for a moment.

Especially when he noticed that the rat demon seemed to be moving towards him, Luo Wusheng was a little at a loss for a moment.

But soon he frowned again.

(Its status seems a little wrong?)

Xiao Yuli, who was in Luo Wusheng's arms, looked at the ugly mouse approaching outside, and then looked at Luo Lang behind her who suddenly became thoughtful...

The little girl, who didn't have so many twists and turns in her mind, tilted her head.

"Huh? The hard feeling is really gone..."

… …

In the sky far away outside the ruined temple.

There is indeed something wrong with the state of the mouse, which already has luxurious golden hair.

After failing to cause trouble in the Magic Weapon Pavilion that day, it escaped with its innate magical powers, but was backstabbed by its best ally when it left.

After that day, it was baptized by Buddhism in a daze, and even learned various magical powers of Buddhism at a very fast speed...

But at that time it knew very well in its heart that it did not do that.

Even at that time it was not itself at all, but a madman with his head full of Buddhist teachings!

But it can only watch its body being manipulated by an inexplicable will, becoming a devout believer in Buddhism...

The little bit of self that remained in its body was finally shocked, and it shuddered at this horrible method.

And when it learned the true identity of the bald Buddhist monk who had previously conspired with it and was thought to have only the Nascent Soul cultivation level, it was filled with only fear.

No, I have to recover myself!

It's not without chance.

If it were an ordinary Golden Core Perfection... No, even if a Nascent Soul came, it might be helpless against the situation it faces, but it is different, it still has its own trump card.

Its innate magical power once again became the last resort at this moment.

If the tail-cutting survival technique is used to the extreme, it can remove the abnormal condition of the animal.

Although the price paid was huge, it was better than looking dead like this.

Fortunately, although the strange methods of Buddhism are terrifying, they have not really accepted it into Buddhism, but let it perform some tasks alone without any control over itself.

If it were within the Three Thousand Pure Lands of Buddhism, there would be no need to think about recovering or escaping.

Soon, when it became strong enough, it activated its trump card.

As for the results…

Maybe halfway there

"Damn it, stop chanting Buddhist mantras in my head!"

At this moment, the flying rat demon's face showed pain and cruelty, and he uttered curses.

But in the next moment, that ferocious look turned into an eerily kind look, with his claws clasped together uncontrollably, giving a sense of solemnity.

"The donor is attached to appearances. The donor is me, and I am the donor. Since I want to achieve the Mahayana Buddhism, the donor must also chant the Buddha's name with me, build the supreme golden body, build the eight-treasure Dharma image, and obtain the fruition of ten lifetimes..."

"Is there something wrong with you?! It's just my consciousness influenced by that person. Next time, I will cut you off completely!"

"Haha, if you don't kill yourself and save your inner demons, how can you become a Buddha?"

The aura of the rat demon kept changing.

This is the sequelae left after its tail was cut off last time.