The system had never seen an author as vicious as Sang Feiwan. On the first day after crossing over, he made the protagonist of his own work half-dead. It was really unheard of and unseen. It tried to hold back, but still couldn't help asking:
Don’t you have any feelings for the protagonist you wrote
At that time, Sang Feiwan was sitting on the stone steps in the backyard basking in the sun. Hearing this, he slowly opened his eyes, his pupils were dark, and even the scorching sun could hardly melt the coolness inside. He smiled and said, "Of course. You see, I have feelings for him, so I can't bear to kill him."
But you just turned him into a eunuch.
The system swallowed these words with difficulty and scratched its non-existent head with its non-existent hand: But... but isn’t this a bad idea
"Sh ...
Sang Feiwan put her index finger to her lips and suddenly asked the system, "You are a diamond, right?"
The system blushed and turned into a small red diamond. The chicken pecked at the rice and nodded: Yes, yes.
Sang Feiwan smiled and said, "That's right. You have to remember that you are a diamond, not a relic."
Don't become a saint and sympathize with people who don't need sympathy. Duan Yang harmed many targets in the original work of "Tan Huan". Now he is half dead. Sang Feiwan feels that he has benefited the public in a sense.
Relics... relics?!
When the system heard these three words, it almost broke apart with a click. How could this host be so vicious? Even a diamond heart was shattered to pieces by him!
Sang Feiwan seemed to have no idea how much of a blow his words had brought to the system, and instead started chatting with it: Have you bound to many hosts before? How did they complete their tasks
The system thinks this is too complicated to be summed up in a few words: They... are nice to the villains, and then those villains fall in love with them.
Sang Feiwan was very interested: "And then?"
The system said in a simple tone: And then they got together.
Sang Feiwan: "The mission was successful?"
System: Success.
Sang Feiwan seemed to understand something after hearing this, and finally stopped asking, instead he said to himself: "I know how to reduce the degree of blackening, so this is it..."
Although it was a system, it actually didn't understand how to reduce the degree of blackening. With an open mind to learn, it quietly flew to Sang Feiwan and asked curiously: How can I reduce the degree of blackening
Sang Feiwan was a little surprised: "You don't know?"
The system shook its head honestly: I don’t know.
Sang Feiwan: "Then do you know what the degree of blackening is?"
The system shook its head blankly: What is it
Sang Feiwan looked at the clouds in the sky and said something that the system couldn't understand: "The degree of blackening represents the hatred in a person's heart. The more hatred he has, the higher the degree of blackening. If you want to eliminate the hatred value, what do you think you should use?"
The system can’t answer: I, I don’t know…
How could qaq be like this? It is clearly an outstanding graduate of the Great Interstellar Academy.
Sang Feiwan didn't tell it the answer, but let it think for itself. Seeing that it was getting late, he patted his butt and got up from the ground, ready to tidy up the study.
It had been some time since Duan Yang was kicked out of the mansion, and Sang Feiwan had been working in the study for several days, but for some reason, Baili Duyue had never come here once.
The other servants said that a white-haired monster suddenly appeared in the North Territory, eating people everywhere. Baili Duyue led his monks to destroy the monster and investigate the cause. He was so busy that he could not even see anyone.
Hmm... Is there such a plot in the original novel
Sang Feiwan tried hard to recall the original work of "Greed for Pleasure", then lowered his head and fell into deep thought. Seeing that he was motionless, the system tentatively read Sang Feiwan's thoughts, and then immediately withdrew with a pale face -
Eh~ Why doesn't Sang Feiwan have any serious plot in his mind? It's all content that needs to be blurred.
Trying to find a serious plot from a pornographic novel is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Sang Feiwan thought for a while but couldn't think of any plot line, so he simply gave up. It was noon, and he was about to go to the small kitchen to eat. But when he walked to the door, he saw a mess inside, and heard the fat cook's urging voice from a distance:
"Oh, hurry up! It's time to serve the meal... Didn't you hear me? We have guests coming today. If you spill the food, I'll skin you alive!"
The people in the kitchen seemed extremely busy, not even taking care of the servants' dinner. They quickly shuttled between the moon gates and rushed to the main hall to serve the meal. The beauties who were sent in with Sang Feiwan crowded together at the kitchen door, peeking their heads out, and rarely complained about the delay in the meal, but whispered to each other.
"Why is the kitchen so busy? Did something happen?"
"I heard that someone broke a hole in the protective formation of the border city in the northern region, and thousands of monsters took the opportunity to enter. In addition to the main city, the people in the neighboring cities were killed and injured. The mayors of Xifeng, Luoshui, Canzhao, Yanghu and other places came to Cangdu Royal City to discuss the plan to eliminate the monsters. They came suddenly, and the kitchen was not prepared, so they were confused."
Although there are sixteen royal cities in the Cloud Realm, each royal city actually has countless subordinate cities. In the Northern Territory, all cities are headed by Cangdu. Now that something has happened, they must listen to Baili Duyue's orders.
"Yeah, that means there are many distinguished guests. I wonder if the city lord will order us to go to the palace. If we can get the favor of any city lord, it will be a great fortune."
"Bah, shame on you! Now that we have entered Cangdu City, we are naturally the people of Baili City Lord. Why are you still greedy?"
The leading woman was gorgeous and had the worst temper. She said directly, "What's there to be ashamed of? You've been pining after the city lord all day, but does he like you? He's not interested in women or men. Do you want to spend your whole life cutting flowers in the backyard? I won't do that!"
Sang Feiwan almost laughed out loud when he heard this. Baili Duyue was clearly wasting natural resources. With so many stunning beauties, anyone else would have to enjoy them. But he threw them all to the backyard to work. Some swept the floor, some weeded, some fed the birds. No wonder he "shifted his focus".
In fact, it wasn't just the beauties who wanted to go to the hall to show their presence, Sang Feiwan was also considering it. After all, Baili Duyue was usually busy with affairs and rarely went out, so it wasn't easy to see her.
How can I reduce the degree of darkness if I can’t even see anyone
Sang Feiwan thought for a moment, and finally walked towards the group of beauties and said to the gorgeous woman in the lead, "It's actually not difficult to get to the main hall. You see the kitchen is in a mess right now. Why don't we lend a hand and serve the dishes to the main hall for them?"
The woman in the lead was named Chanyu. Among the group of people who had just entered the city lord's mansion, besides Sang Feiwan, she was the most competitive. Seeing Sang Feiwan coming over to talk to her, Chanyu sneered, "It's easy for you to say that. In this royal city, there are thousands of servants who provide food, clothing, shelter and transportation, and each has their own duties. The cook is not someone who is easy to get along with, so how could she allow us to interfere and steal her job?"
Another weak and frail woman sighed, "We are just outsiders after all. There is no place for us to stay in the royal city."
"That's wrong," Sang Feiwan smiled and made the gesture of three, then seven to her, "Miss, have you ever heard of the saying, 30% is determined by fate, 70% depends on hard work, success or failure can only be known after hard work. The day when all the city lords gather together is rare, if you miss it, wouldn't it be a pity?"
He is trying to deceive these people into thinking that if they work hard, the bicycle can be transformed into a motorcycle.
Chan Yu was indeed shaken when she heard this: "But...but what if the housekeeper knows about this and punishes me?"
Sang Feiwan shook his head slightly upon hearing this, as if he felt sorry for Chanyu's timidity: "With your stunning beauty, it would be a pity if you indulge in tending to the flowers and plants in the backyard. If you win, you will be able to rise to prominence and enjoy endless wealth and glory for the rest of your life. If you lose, at most you will be punished. Besides, with so many of us, I think the housekeeper will not be too harsh. After all, the law does not punish everyone, so what is there for the girl to be afraid of?"
Chanyu was a smart person. She quickly understood the hidden meaning in Sang Feiwan's words and frowned as she asked, "So what do you think we should do?"
At this time, a group of servants carrying dishes came out of the kitchen and walked through the corridor towards the main hall. Seeing this, Sang Feiwan said meaningfully: "Don't worry, girl, the opportunity has come."
Cangdu in the Northern Territory was rich enough to rival a country, so the delicacies used to entertain guests were naturally not ordinary, but the meat of spiritual beasts worth thousands of gold. Therefore, the servants were very careful when serving the dishes, for fear of accidentally knocking them over.
However, just as they were carefully carrying the newly served dishes and preparing to rush to the main hall, a group of men and women in white suddenly came from the opposite side of the corridor. They were all stunningly beautiful, each with their own unique features, like people from a fairyland.
The servants who were serving the dishes recognized at a glance from their clothes that they were the beauties serving in the city lord's backyard. They looked at each other in surprise and stopped in their tracks.
Sang Feiwan was the one who fanned the flames behind the scenes, so it was natural for him to take the lead at this time. He stepped forward and asked the leading maid in a warm and concerned voice, "Where are you going, sister?"
The maid was stunned by his appearance and stammered, "Of course... of course I will go to the main hall to eat..."
Sang Feiwan smiled and said, "I just came out of the kitchen and saw that Mother Wang is short of help. I want to help, but I don't know how to cook. How about this, we help serve the dishes, and Sister goes back to help Mother Wang?"
As he spoke, he had already taken the heavy tray from the other person without leaving any trace.
The maid was hesitating whether to agree or not, but at this moment, a woman suddenly walked out from behind her and looked at Sang Feiwan and others with disgust: "Bah, you are looking at me. I don't know what you are up to. You just want to show off in front of the city lord. Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself to see if you are worthy of entering the hall. Zhihan, bring your dishes back and don't give them to them!"
Sang Feiwan raised his eyebrows when he heard that, but before he could say anything, Chan Yu was furious. She walked past him and slapped the woman hard. The crisp "slap" sound scared everyone.
Chan Yu raised her eyebrows and cursed with her eyes wide open: "Let us take a piss and look in the mirror, why don't you look at yourself first? You are ugly and you are not afraid of scaring people. Although we were offered to Cangdu by lords from all over the country, in terms of appearance, we are among the most beautiful women in the entire Northern Territory. You don't need to remind us, we look in the mirror every day!"
After that, she said to the sisters behind her, "Don't pay attention to her. Let's take the dishes directly to the main hall. They dared to serve dishes in the main hall when they smelled like smoke and fire. They offended the guests and they will suffer for it!"
As soon as Chan Yu finished speaking, the whole scene suddenly became chaotic, with people grabbing food and cursing at each other. The servants in the kitchen were afraid of knocking over the dishes, so they didn't dare to grab them by force, and instead let Sang Feiwan's group succeed.
Chanyu took over the host's duties at this time, like a victorious general, holding the dishes and humming, and said to everyone: "Let's go to the main hall to serve the dishes!"
Sang Feiwan smiled and followed secretly.
At that time, Baili Duyue and others were gathered in the hall to discuss matters. It was not a big deal that a few strange monsters ran into the city, and it would be fine if they were killed. The strange thing was that a hole was broken in the protective formation.
Below the high throne, Qu Wujing, the Lord of Xifeng City, frowned and said, "The boundary protection formation was set up many years ago by the old Lord and hundreds of cultivators, who used their spiritual power to cover the entire Northern Territory. It should be secure for a hundred years. Even if the ten great masters under the Emperor came in person, it would be difficult to damage the formation. Now that there is a breach, I'm afraid that the person who came is not well-intentioned and is secretly targeting the Northern Territory. We need to make plans early."
Jiang Liuping, the mayor of Canzhao City, lazily slumped in his chair. Hearing this, he waved his hand and said, "Why make a fuss? Maybe the formation had flaws from the beginning, but now the flaws have been revealed. You said it yourself, even the ten great masters under the Emperor's seat could not break it. Could there be someone more powerful than them?"
Qu Wujing sneered: "City Lord Jiang is really careless. That's right, your Canzhao City is near Cangdu, so it can be protected. My Xifeng City is located on the border of the Northern Territory. Even if there are evil spirits, the first place they will look for is us, not your Canzhao City!"
Jiang Liuping groaned when he heard this, and then he slammed the table and asked, "Qu Wujing, what do you mean?!"
Qu Wujing said coldly: "It's just the literal meaning."
They were arguing loudly downstairs, but Baili Duyue remained silent. He leaned his head against the chair, watching Jiang Liuping and Qu Wujing quarreling until their faces turned red and their necks became thick. He was very interested and thought that this scene could be put into a painting. What should the painting be called
"Dog bite dog"
Inappropriate, too vulgar.
"The west wind has no path, the setting sun shines on the calm river"
It's still inappropriate. Such an elegant name is not suitable for these two people.
Baili Duyue's mind suddenly flashed with a beautiful face that could attract people with her lowered eyebrows and a faint smile, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for her. There have been too many trivial matters recently, and I haven't had the leisure to paint. Otherwise, I could have painted a scroll of beauty.
However, whether it was God's deliberate arrangement, a group of servants in white suddenly appeared outside the palace, carrying dishes in their hands and filing in. They were all young, handsome men and beautiful women, and the moment they entered the palace, even the room was brighter, and the guests couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Those beauties had already given up on Baili Duyue, who was a tough nut to crack, and were all secretly looking for their ideal golden branch among the lower tables. Only Sang Feiwan had a clear goal, lowered his eyes and walked to the high seat calmly, then gently placed the dishes in front of Baili Duyue: "City Lord, please enjoy."
Baili Duyue saw him when Sang Feiwan entered the room. Seeing this, he frowned slightly and asked without any emotion: "Didn't I ask you to clean the study? Why are you here to serve tea and water?"
He thought that the housekeeper was pretending to obey his orders but actually disobeyed them and was deliberately making things difficult for Sang Feiwan.
Sang Feiwan originally planned to just show his presence and leave, but he didn't expect Baili Duyue to ask questions. Seeing that no one else noticed him, he slowly picked up his chopsticks and served food to Baili Duyue, saying meaningfully, "Of course it's because of the city lord."
Baili Duyue was completely clueless about flirting, and after all, he was not as good as Sang Feiwan who was good at writing. Hearing this, he frowned in confusion: "Because of me?"
He couldn't remember when he asked Sang Feiwan to come over and serve tea and water.
Sang Feiwan suddenly smiled, his voice was low and contained some temptation: "Feiwan has not seen the city lord for a long time. I heard that the city lord was having a meal in the main hall, so I ran over to help. The city lord will not blame Feiwan, right?"
The tone of the latter sentence was low, and there was hidden worry in it, as if he was really worried that it would make Baili Duyue unhappy.
Baili Duyue paused for a moment after hearing this, not knowing what he was thinking. He looked up at Sang Feiwan and asked without telling his emotions, "Why, do you really want to see me?"
Sang Feiwan neither nodded nor shook his head, deliberately keeping silent. As if afraid that Baili Duyue would get angry, he immediately lifted the hem of his robe and knelt on the ground.
Baili Duyue stretched out his hand and pinched his chin, forcing Sang Feiwan to look up at him, frowned and asked: "This city lord is asking you a question, why don't you answer?"
Those who hold high positions are always surrounded by people. Baili Duyue has seen a lot of this before, so he despises it even more. He knows that those people are only after fame, wealth and honor, but they like to get close to him under the guise of love, which is hypocritical and annoying.
If Sang Feiwan was like them, and had the idea of currying favor with the powerful and getting close to them, he would inevitably become clichéd and mediocre.
Upon hearing this, Sang Feiwan stared into Baili Duyue's light-colored eyes quietly, his gaze slowly falling on the other's frosty eyelashes. After a while, he finally spoke and smiled, making it difficult to discern what kind of emotion was hidden in it: "Well... Feiwan really wants to see the city lord."
He actually admitted it.
But those eyes were open and clear, without any selfish desires, ambitions or desire for fame and fortune, and they could see through everything.
Baili Duyue suddenly withdrew his hand.
It was not retracted slowly, but was retracted suddenly as if by an electric shock.
Like a mimosa.