A woman’s perspective on things is sometimes closer to the truth. However, if the subject is Xie Yan, one cannot guess his intentions using normal logical thinking.
Gu Huaichen raised his eyes, sizing him up with a scrutinizing gaze. Was Xie Yan trying to seduce him?
It was no wonder Gu Huaichen would think this way; rather, this entire series of operations would indeed make anyone suspect in this direction. “Uncle Feng, have someone prepare a guest room for him.” If it really was a seduction, then he had taken the bait.
“Thank you.” Having obtained the answer he wanted, Xie Yan straightened his back, carrying a somewhat condescending air. “Gu Dongze only felt it was surreal! Eldest brother today was simply too easy to talk to.”
On the other hand, Madam Gu wanted to speak but hesitated, yet looking at Xie Yan’s face, she ultimately said nothing. From the moment Xie Yan walked in, his gaze had remained fixed on Gu Huaichen, as if his entire world consisted of only Gu Huaichen.
Yet such behavior was actually very impolite, especially with elders present. However, Xie Yan behaved so naturally that that self-willed aura made people directly overlook his lack of manners. Xie Yan wasn’t intentionally giving them the cold shoulder. With his mindset as a Demon Lord, that deeply ingrained way of thinking could not be changed overnight.
He was born a demon seed. Even if the orthodox immortal sects looked down on him and wanted to get rid of him, they could only return empty-handed time and time again because of his innate demonic power. [Host, you didn’t really take a fancy to him, did you?] Inside the room, System Number Ten kept questioning him.
“Is he also a host?” Xie Yan sat cross-legged on the bed. [No, only one quest-taker appears per world.] If quest-takers gathered in clusters, wouldn’t this world fall into complete chaos?
“He’s not.” Upon learning that he wasn’t, the interest in Xie Yan’s eyes faded somewhat, becoming insipid. [Why would the host think that way?]
“Didn’t I say it already? He looks like an old friend of mine.” [So it really was the truth! It had thought it was just a cheesy pickup line.]
[However, Host, you are truly so smart. Gu Huaichen is the hidden big boss in the book. If you befriend him now, you will definitely be able to change the original owner’s fate of dying young.] Learning that his behavior wasn’t a sudden bout of foolish infatuation, Number Ten found a reasonable explanation for his series of baffling operations and continuously flattered him.
As a system that had won the Excellent System Award, Number Ten knew deeply how to boost its host’s work efficiency and enthusiasm. The secret lay in a single word: praise, praising endlessly, using all kinds of rainbow farts to praise. Yet its career encountered Xie Yan, destined to hit a Waterloo!
Xie Yan casually flicked away the little white egg floating in front of him. Accustomed to doing whatever he wanted, how could he possibly think this much? Or rather, he didn’t take the so-called protagonists seriously at all. He was simply tired, and he had happened to run into someone with a familiar face. He wanted to figure out whether that person was Jun Wuwang (the Immortal Venerable) or not.
And after figuring it out? Naturally, it would be to kill him to vent his anger. It was bad enough that Jun Wuwang that bastard died, but he had even left behind an absolute-kill array to deal with him. Tsk, being trapped in the absolute-kill array and suffering the pain of being pierced by ten thousand swords was quite excruciating, even more painful than when Jun Wuwang pinned him down and committed unspeakable acts.
[Ouch! Host.] A mournful and resentful voice rang out. Xie Yan ignored it and walked barefoot into the bathroom. “Little monster, come here.”
[I am not a little monster, I am Number Ten!] The whimpering and complaining voice sounded once more. “What are all these things used for?” While speaking, he pressed the switch of the showerhead and was drenched thoroughly by the suddenly spraying water. You reap what you sow.
[Number Ten tried its best not to laugh out loud!] His damp black hair clung in strands to his cheeks, and Xie Yan’s expression looked somewhat dazed. [Ahem. It seems the host still has a lot of knowledge to cram.]
Under the system’s explanation, Xie Yan understood, taking the opportunity to wash up and brush his teeth. Coming out, he instinctively wanted to cast a spell to dry his hair, only to realize that what he currently possessed was merely an ordinary human body without a shred of demonic power. With a light sigh, Lord Demon Sovereign felt a bit melancholic.
Melancholy only lasted for a short moment, though. He picked up a hair dryer and dried his hair using this rather time-consuming method. Lying in bed, clearly this body was very tired, but Xie Yan couldn’t fall asleep. He picked up the smartphone placed nearby, and from then on, there was no turning back. He was like a dry sponge, constantly absorbing the water in the ocean.
Although the people of this world were very weak, they certainly knew how to enjoy themselves! Lord Demon Sovereign became addicted to the joy of browsing his phone, even forgetting to sleep. [Host, it’s already three in the morning! Hurry up and go to sleep.] Watching his host transform into a sudden internet-addicted youth, Number Ten kindly urged him.
“I’ll sleep in a bit.” Xie Yan stared intently at the tiny electronic screen, brushing it off perfunctorily. Sleeping in a bit was a host’s greatest lie, and Number Ten was utterly speechless. At five in the morning, Xie Yan finally deigned to put down his phone, because the phone had run out of battery and shut down.
[As a system, Number Ten naturally didn’t need to sleep; its version of sleep was shutting down.] However, to properly assist the host with tasks, the main system had still configured them with a rest mode and a privacy mode program. After all, hosts needed privacy too; whenever a host and someone else were engaging in private matters, privacy mode would automatically activate, and it would also enter a shutdown state, simply put, being locked into a small dark room.
Sunlight filtered through the window, and the figure on the bed was sleeping soundly. [Host! Host, it’s time to get up!] As an excellent system, Number Ten refused to let him ruin its image. Being a guest at someone else’s house, one must not sleep until the sun reached their rear end!
“So noisy.” Xie Yan kept his eyes tightly shut and waved a hand. “Smack.” The little white egg spinning around his ear was batted away, crashing against the wall, though luckily it could still be pried loose.
Awakened, Xie Yan could no longer fall back asleep. Lazily opening his eyelids, he glanced at the fully bright sky outside the window, then crawled out of bed and ducked into the bathroom. Looking up, the young man in the mirror had two dark circles under his eyes.
Yesterday Xie Yan had already discovered that this original owner actually looked identical to him. For this reason, he had even specially asked the little monster, or rather, asked the system. As a born demon seed, Xie Yan’s appearance was not something just anyone could replicate. The most dangerous and fatal creatures usually had appearances that were all the more stunning and breathtaking.
[Logically speaking, it shouldn’t be like this.] [Hmm. Maybe the system encountered a glitch, I will feed this problem back to the main system right away.] Having shuttled through various worlds, following previous hosts, and having seen all kinds of beauties, Number Ten still had to admit that its current host was extraordinarily handsome and gorgeous.
After washing his face, Xie Yan finally remembered that he seemed to have no clothes to wear. The set he wore yesterday had been accidentally soaked and needed to be washed before it could be worn, having been casually tossed aside by him. It seemed he needed to buy a new set of clothes. Having surfed the internet all night, Lord Demon Sovereign already knew that things here all required money to buy.
This was a very novel concept to him, because things he wanted were either obtained through plunder or offered as tribute by his underlings. He had never needed to buy anything with money.