Chapter 5 5 "Fu Tingyun, let go!"
Of course Fu Tingyun would not save her.
It wasn't because her words or actions offended him.
He has never understood what shame is since he was a child, so naturally he would not feel offended.
But this doesn't mean she doesn't have to die.
If a person does something that deserves death, he will die.
Strangely, a barely perceptible joy seeped out from deep within his heart.
It was an unfamiliar feeling, and he didn't particularly enjoy killing.
To him, killing people, demons and monsters is not much different from anything else in the world. It is all done out of necessity, not because he likes it.
But at this moment, seeing her flapping her delicate limbs, trying hard to stick her head out of the water, but gradually losing strength and sinking deeper and deeper, he felt a faint but definite pleasure.
He thought about it and thought that maybe it was because of the soul transfer going wrong.
Su Xiaoyuan looked at the indifferent puppet on the shore with tears in her eyes, feeling like she was being looked down upon.
That must be an illusion. Puppets have no intelligence or emotions and are almost the same as AI. How could they have such a function?
It seems that the puppet man can no longer be relied upon, but fortunately my best friend is next door.
She tried to shout for help towards the wall: "Open the mountain..."
However, before she could utter a single word, a loud "splashing" sound of water came from next door, instantly drowning out her weak cry for help.
Su Xiaoyuan gulped down a few more mouthfuls of water, and her body sank straight down.
White light flashed before my eyes. Was this a sign of mission failure? Would she drown in the hot spring? Even in the Hehuan Sect, this was too outrageous. Such a social disaster! Fortunately, I didn't take off all my clothes...
Fortunately, what...
Su Xiaoyuan was in tears.
She knew that it would be a long and arduous journey to cultivate the essence of Ling Yue, but she didn't expect that she would drown in the hot spring before she even saw his shadow.
When she thought of Immortal Master Ling Yue, something suddenly flashed through her mind.
Lingyue Immortal Venerable, Fu Tingyun, Puppet, Name...
In a flash, she remembered the puppet's instructions—she had glanced at them hastily on the way back. What did it say? Oh, it seemed like they had to include names when giving instructions!
Was it because she didn't include a name when giving the command just now that the puppet didn't respond?
Her toes had already touched the bottom of the pool, and she pushed with all her might, barely raising her head above the water.
Su Xiaoyuan seized this precious moment and said to the blurry figure on the shore: "Fu Tingyun... Save me, save me!"
The last word was drowned along with her head.
I wonder if the puppet heard it, she thought desperately.
Fu Tingyun heard it clearly. Not only did he have the strongest combat power in the Three Realms, he also had the strongest hearing in the Three Realms.
He suspected he had heard wrongly.
Ever since the death of his master, Xuji Daojun, he was the only one in the Three Realms who knew his real mortal name.
Someone else might suspect this was a conspiracy.
But Fu Tingyun didn't need to. In the face of the absolute gap in strength, any conspiracy or trick would be futile.
Besides, who would send a mortal girl with negligible spiritual power to plot against him?
So there are only two possibilities left: one is that this strange girl knew his real name in some way that even he couldn't guess; the other is that it was pure coincidence.
No matter which one it was, Fu Tingyun didn't need to pay attention to it.
She was going to die anyway, so it made no difference in the outcome.
But the bad thing is that the monk's first name contains mysterious and profound power.
The name plus the blood contract caused a consequence that even he had not expected.
Now, within his spiritual palace, a line of dazzling, multicolored words circulated in a loop: Fu Tingyun, save me! Fu Tingyun, save me! Fu Tingyun, save me! ...
Along with the voice that kept repeating in my ears: "Fu Tingyun, save me!"
Fu Tingyun: ...
He wondered if the words and the sound would disappear when she died or if they would linger for three months until he could get away.
Fu Tingyun could gamble, but after thinking about it for a moment, he realized that the consequences of losing the bet were not something he could bear.
Without hesitation, he walked to the edge of the pool and walked down the steps into the water.
He had not yet adapted to this body and walked very slowly. When he lifted the girl out of the water with one hand, she had already lost consciousness.
The words in the spiritual palace are still flashing and scrolling.
Fu Tingyun frowned. It seemed that it was not enough to just rescue him, he had to keep him alive.
He sat by the pool and placed the girl on his lap. The girl was unconscious and lay limply on his legs.
Fu Tingyun released a wisp of spiritual energy into her body to explore, and a lot of water was inhaled into her lungs and airways.
He couldn't use too much spiritual power for the time being, so he could only push the water out.
He untied the belt of her wet gauze dress, and through the only remaining inner garment, he placed his finger just above the girl's nipple, then moved it slowly upwards, first left and then right, to draw out the water from her lungs.
The girl spat out a few mouthfuls of water, but still did not wake up.
She lay on her back on his legs with her head drooping, her fair, slender neck completely exposed to him.
Fu Tingyun lowered his eyes and looked at the thin neck. It was like a pale and faded flower stem trembling in the wind, making people want to break it for no reason.
He was stunned. Real flowers had never made him want to destroy them.
He had never killed anyone with his bare hands. After he reached the state of unity between man and sword at the age of fourteen, he rarely even drew his sword.
Killing people with such cruel means is something that only low-level demon cultivators who cannot control their desires would do, but Fu Tingyun was born without any emotions.
But now he looked at the girl's neck and for the first time in his life he was curious about what it felt like.
He certainly would not be at the mercy of such an alien desire.
Hover your fingers between the collarbones and slowly push upwards to draw out any remaining water in the airway.
The girl started coughing and choked on some water.
The words and sounds that tormented him finally disappeared.
Fu Tingyun was about to withdraw his hand, but his fingertips brushed across her throat, and then he paused and finally landed on her neck.
The touch was incredibly soft and smooth, and a faint tremor could be felt from the fingertips.
He opened his palm and slowly placed it over hers. The blood vessels beneath her warm skin pulsated gently in his palm like the heart of a baby bird.
He tightened his fingers gradually, the feeling becoming more pronounced and his throat tightening.
At this moment, the girl opened her eyes and looked at him blankly, her lips moving like a fish out of water.
She didn't make a sound, but in Fu Tingyun's soul palace, instructions were already being played: "Fu Tingyun, let go! Fu Tingyun, let go! Fu Tingyun..."
Fu Tingyun loosened his fingers.
He didn't want to kill her, and he didn't use any force at all, but there were obvious red marks on the girl's porcelain-white skin.
His Adam's apple rolled.
…
Su Xiaoyuan's consciousness gradually returned. The feeling of suffocation had just eased a little when she suddenly became breathless again, as if someone was strangling her neck.
She opened her eyes, but everything was blurry. After finally focusing her eyes, she was stunned by his handsome face.
On this extremely handsome face are a pair of beautiful eyes that look as if everyone owes him eight million spirit stones.
Su Xiaoyuan was in a daze for a few seconds before she remembered that this was her puppet.
Then she realized with horror that the puppet seemed to be strangling her.
But they had made a blood pact, and the instruction manual said that puppets that had made the pact were absolutely safe and would never harm their masters.
As an innocent freshman, Su Xiaoyuan believes in everything written in black and white.
That’s right! She suddenly realized that the puppet must be giving her first aid, but because he didn’t understand the human body structure, he thought that pinching her neck would squeeze out the water.
After all, it was bought with twenty spirit stones. How smart can you expect him to be?
She quickly issued an order: "Fu Tingyun, let go!"
The puppet was a little slow to react, but finally let go.
Su Xiaoyuan felt dizzy and her hands and feet were as soft as noodles. She was still frightened when she thought of the feeling of drowning just now.
After a moment's pause, she noticed that the belt of her gauze dress was loose and the collar was torn, probably because it had been opened when she struggled while falling into the water.
Her cheeks flushed red and she hurriedly covered her clothes, but the wet clothes only made her look more obvious.
She had to block it with her arms.
Fortunately, the person in front of her was a puppet, oblivious to all this. If it were a real person, she would have died on the spot.
"You saved me just now?" she asked.
The puppet looked at her expressionlessly without responding.
Su Xiaoyuan changed the question: "Fu Tingyun, were you the one who saved me just now? Please answer."
"Yes." The puppet answered in a mechanical tablet voice.
"Hey!" Su Xiaoyuan opened her eyes wide in surprise, "So you can talk!" I thought you were mute! It turns out your voice is so nice.
She felt an inexplicable itch in her ears and raised her hand to rub them.
"By the way, thank you for what you did just now, Fu Tingyun." Su Xiaoyuan said politely.
She is a polite college student who always adds "hello, thank you, goodbye" when talking to AI.
The puppet glanced at her and looked away: "No need."
Su Xiaoyuan inexplicably felt as if she was being despised again by this puppet worth twenty spirit stones.
But she must have been overthinking it. This puppet was obviously not very intelligent. It would only respond to every sentence with a name command, and it could only do the simplest human-computer conversations. It was far worse than the AI she had used before.
Ruan Mianmian's model seems to be slightly more advanced. At least it can say "Yes, master", which can provide certain emotional value.
But when she imagined "Fu Tingyun" calling her master with a cold face, Su Xiaoyuan felt a tingling sensation on her scalp and shivered.
Forget it, it’s so scary!
She felt a little better after a while and was about to ask the puppet to help her stand up when she suddenly heard Ruan Mianmian's scream from next door: "Ahhhhhh——"
Su Xiaoyuan grabbed the puppet's collar and sat up in shock from her dying illness: "Kaishan, what happened?"
Ruan Mianmian's screams turned into angry roars: "Swindler! I was cheated by that profiteer!"
"What's wrong?"
"Little head! Song Jinshu's little head melted!"
Su Xiaoyuan: "Ah? How could this be? How could it melt? Can something like that melt?"
She looked helplessly at her puppet, her gaze drifting downwards: "Fu Tingyun, will your... um organ dissolve?"
The puppet straightened the collar of his clothes that had been wrinkled by her, and his eyes seemed to want to kill: "No."
"It's fake!" Ruan Mianmian shouted, "The unscrupulous businessman put a fake one on it, and it melted after being soaked in water for too long... wuwuwu..."
"Don't cry, baby, I'll be right there!"
When Su Xiaoyuan rushed to the bathhouse next door, Ruan Mianmian had already put on her clothes and wiped away her tears. She was sitting on a stone bench on the shore with her sleeves rolled up to her shoulders, her two large, flowery arms resting on her knees, and she looked ferocious.
Song Jinshu's puppet squatted in the corner farthest from her, holding his head, not daring to make a sound.
There was a striking object floating in the hot spring, bubbling and getting smaller and smaller.
Su Xiaoyuan:!!!
It really melted.
She was at a loss: "What should I do? Can it be repaired?"
No one knew Ruan Mianmian's financial situation better than her. When she ran away from home, she didn't dare to take much money with her in order not to alarm her family. As soon as she entered the sect, she accidentally collapsed a house. After paying the compensation, she had little left. The twenty spirit stones were all her family's assets.
If it can't be repaired, where can I get the money to buy a new puppet?
Ruan Mianmian's face darkened: "No, that profiteer actually dared to trick me. I can't just let it go like this. I'm going to go and settle the score with that profiteer!"
In principle, you could get anything from a blind box, but Su Xiaoyuan always stood by her bestie without any principles. Although she was a little scared, she still said, "We don't have classes tomorrow morning, so let's apply for a leave of absence and go talk to the owner to see if we can get a replacement."
Ruan Mianmian nodded, and suddenly stared at her neck: "Hey, what's wrong with your neck?"
Su Xiaoyuan covered her neck guiltily: "Nothing..."
Ruan Mianmian pulled her hand away and frowned: "You said it was nothing, but it's all red and swollen. Who pinched you?"
Su Xiaoyuan had no choice but to admit: "It was a puppet... But he didn't do it on purpose. I choked on the water, and he wanted to save me..."
Fu Tingyun: ...
"Wait," Ruan Mianmian asked alertly, "How could you choke on water when you were fine?"
Seeing that she couldn't hide it anymore, Su Xiaoyuan could only tell it briefly.
"What a profiteer!" Ruan Mianmian stared at Fu Tingyun's puppet viciously.
Su Xiaoyuan quickly stood in front of him, grabbed her best friend, and hurriedly tried to make amends for him: "It's really not his fault. He didn't want to wear those pants. It's all because of his previous owner... This puppet is really good..." He's just a little mentally retarded.
Ruan Mianmian is a Jindan stage physical cultivator, and this puppet will definitely be destroyed with one punch.
Su Xiaoyuan couldn't bear to do it.
Although the quality is not good, but the face is good! Although not very smart, but the face is good! A good face can tolerate everything!
Ruan Mianmian punched the pillar and said, "I'm going to tear down that shady shop tomorrow!"
"Don't worry, little Yuanzi," she patted her best friend's hand and promised solemnly, "Tomorrow I will definitely get you a new puppet that's custom-made by the inner sect. One thousand two hundred dollars!"
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