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Fake Monk looks weak, but is decisive in action.
After a shocking confession, he took Su Momo to a secluded place.
The bamboo forest here is dense and remote, making it a rarely visited area.
“Benefactor Lu, do you eat bamboo shoots? I can make a few dishes with them; they are quite delicious. Would you like to try?”
“Mm.” He can cook, not bad.
“Benefactor Lu, this is my newly made bamboo stool. Take a look quietly; is it still unstable?”
“Mm.” He can make furniture, not bad.
“Benefactor Lu, this is what I collected from begging today. What do you think?”
“Mm,” he can beg for food, not...
Su Momo shook her head; these days she had almost lost her temper due to Forgetting Dust.
The night in the mountains is quiet and pleasant. Su Momo lay in bed, forgetting how long it had been since she truly enjoyed this peaceful time.
She didn’t know if it was due to the enlightenment from Buddha, but she really felt that continuing like this wouldn’t be so bad.
During this period, since she took over the body of the original owner Lu Baishuang, she had been busy with the matter of Assassinate Liulang and hadn’t had a proper rest for several days.
Now she was not concerned about the tasks assigned by the system, and Wang Chen stayed with her in this secluded place, not asking about the mundane world.
But how could she let go of her grudge against Lu Baishuang?
Su Momo tossed and turned, unable to sleep soundly. Should she clarify things with Wang Chen? But wouldn’t that trigger an OOC warning?
Yet if she didn’t say anything, was she really going to hide away here forever, letting Lu Baishuang's suffering go unaddressed?
What about her main quest? Why hadn’t the system warned her yet? If it didn’t issue a warning soon, she might really end up just lounging around here.
Feeling restless, Su Momo’s gaze darted around the room before finally settling on a windowpane.
Wang Chen lived next door, separated from her by just a wall.
A dim light flickered, and Wang Chen's shadow lingered there, dark as ink, spilling onto the yellowed window paper, seemingly deep in quiet meditation.
From this angle, he did resemble a monk; Fake Monk was almost becoming a real monk. Yet how could he sever ties with worldly desires? Thinking of this made Su Momo smile softly to herself.
Suddenly, a melodious flute tune drifted in from outside.
Su Momo froze; the melody was cheerful and playful, reminiscent of someone specific.
A thought surged in her mind as she looked at the shadow of the monk on the window paper. Su Momo slapped the bed.
Damn it, it was just fake.
She hurriedly pushed open the window and indeed saw Ye Gu sitting at an angle on the tree, stopping his flute playing and smiling at her.
"Long time no see."
Su Momo pursed her lips and remained silent.
When did he sneak out? He pretended to play the flute. If it weren't for wanting to go home, I would feel like I was acting every day, watching you switch identities like a split personality monkey, circling around me 24/7. It would really be emotionally damaging.
Su Momo's expression was blank, her beautiful eyes fixed directly on Ye Gu.
Ye Gu's lips curled into a charming arc as he resumed playing, the flute's sound flowing gracefully, depicting green mountains and clear waters, winding streams and paths.
In a daze, she seemed to see curling smoke drifting in the wind, a scene of tranquility and peace.
The good scenery didn't last long; hurried and chaotic footsteps shattered this brief tranquility, and a wave of killing intent surged from all directions.
Ye Gu's expression darkened as he flew in through the window.
Before Su Momo could speak, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her down onto the bed.
With a flick of his sleeve, the candlelight extinguished in response.
"What are you doing?!" Su Momo struggled in embarrassment as he held her down tightly.
Ye Gu let out a muffled grunt, leaving her stunned.
The smell of blood grew stronger. How did he get injured again? Every time he changed to the main account, he seemed to be hurt.
In the darkness, Su Momo gently voiced her concern, "Are you hurt?"
Ye Gu chuckled softly, lowering his voice, "Otherwise, do you think you could have made it through so smoothly?"
"You... you took care of those assassins for me?" Su Momo suddenly understood.
Recalling the last time she saw the injuries on Ye Gu, she realized that they were all left to protect her.
Su Momo gasped, "Why?"
"One hundred thousand gold pieces are mine; no one is allowed to take them," Ye Gu said with a smile, which caused him to wince from the pain and cough lightly.
Su Momo thought to herself: "..."
At such a touching moment, was it so hard to say something heartfelt? Why bring up money again? Talking about money really hurts feelings!
Su Momo pressed her lips together tightly. "You've been seriously injured, yet you're still obsessed with money!"
Ye Gu covered Su Momo's mouth and leaned closer to her ear, whispering, "Shh, this batch of assassins is not easy to deal with."
The warm breath brushed against her ear, and Su Momo could only glare at Ye Gu in frustration and unwillingness. They were so close that he held her tightly in his arms, yet she didn't dare meet his gaze.
Su Momo's eyes drifted over Ye Gu's shoulder and landed on the window—Wang Chen's shadow was still there.
Su Momo was speechless.
In this situation, if she didn't know the script, she would really be fooled.
Thinking of the character settings, Su Momo immediately got into character and anxiously said, "Oh no, the monk..."
Ye Gu turned his head, his lips deliberately brushing against Su Momo's cheek, a hint of jealousy in his voice: "Are you worried about him?"
Why worry about him? Don't you know?
Su Momo's urgent demeanor was like a dialogue machine (emotionless, all technique): "He is innocent and shouldn't be implicated because of me."
Ye Gu seized on the key point: "Do you like him?"
That wasn't entirely wrong; after all, it was all about you. During this time, she had surprisingly grown fond of the monk's appearance.
A blush rose to Su Momo's face as she murmured, "Nonsense."
The sound of footsteps from the assassin drew closer. The lights in the opposite room suddenly went out, and Wang Chen's shadow vanished, leaving only a terrifying darkness.
To avoid going out of character, Su Momo called out, "Wang Chen!"
After all, with Wang Chen being a monk with no ability to defend himself, she had to display a sense of panic.
It seemed that Su Momo heard Ye Gu sigh and say dejectedly, "If I die, would you cry for me?"
Is it really necessary to be jealous because of you?
"Ye Gu..."
"I'll go save him right now. But if I die while saving him, you must never forget me."
After Ye Gu finished speaking, he sealed her acupoint and left decisively.
【Congratulations, host. The male lead's favorability rating has increased by 5%, now at favorability rating 90%.】
It's always like this. Would it kill him to let her say a few more words before leaving? This time, going to save Wang Chen might just be an opportunity for Ye Gu's identity to disappear.
Thinking of this, Su Momo hurriedly raised her hand to grasp Ye Gu's sleeve, but it froze in mid-air, as if no matter how hard she tried, there was an insurmountable distance.
She heard the sound of weapons clashing, occasionally mixed with Ye Gu's muffled groans and Wang Chen's cries of despair.
Her nails dug into her flesh inch by inch, but no matter what, she couldn't break free from the acupoint.
No, let her go!
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