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The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2024-02-03 02:52:53 +0000 UTCChapter 7
A flash of white light appeared before Ling Chunan's eyes, and then everything went dark. Soon after, it brightened, and he found himself in a fascinating space.
Before him was a clear pool, with a bubbling spring inside and a peculiar golden lotus growing in the center. Not far away, there was a vast expanse of land, and beyond that, a sea of white mist.
Ling Chunan's gaze lingered on the empty land for a moment. "098, is this your way of telling me to become a farmer?"
Dutifully, 098 explained, "Host, according to the plot, all you need to do is scatter the seeds into the ground and water them with the spiritual spring water. The plants will automatically come to life."
Ling Chunan nodded nonchalantly, looking at the lotus in the pool. "The protagonist didn't have this lotus in her space."
"Yes, Host. It might be because the owner of this jade pendant is you, maintaining the space in its most intact state."
The fragrance was enticing, and it looked delicious.
Ling Chunan's eyes sparkled, and he bent down to touch the lotus petal. "Is it edible?"
"I advise against Host consuming it..."
Before 098 could finish, Ling Chunan had already stuffed the petal into his mouth and promptly tumbled into the pool.
...Encountering a host who eats anything, 098 suddenly felt a bit weary.
When Ling Chunan woke up again, he found himself lying at the bottom of the pool. The clear water did not impede his breathing. He stood up, feeling refreshed, with an abundance of energy flowing through his body.
098's voice was indifferent, "Congratulations, Host. Your physique has been enhanced to Grade A, gaining the ice elemental ability at a second-level proficiency."
The lotus was, in fact, the core of all the spiritual energy in the spring. There were only three petals, and Ling Chunan ate two of them. A massive amount of spiritual power instantly filled his body. Fortunately, he leaned forward and fell into the spring, relying on the powerful healing ability of the spring to avoid the outcome of bursting from excess energy. Not only that, the combination of internal and external spiritual power elevated his physique to an A-grade, equivalent to a fifth-level strength ability, and his ability jumped to the second level.
It could be said that he turned a misfortune into a blessing.
However, 098 was astonished to find that Ling Chunan didn't seem happy. "Host, aren't you pleased?"
Ling Chunan nodded with a serious expression. "Yes."
098: "..."
Ling Chunan wasn't happy at all because, upon seeing his own wrist, he lost his appetite, even feeling a bit repulsed.
Trying a bite of his fully healed left wrist, Ling Chunan grimaced and looked at the immediately smooth skin with a hint of sadness. His physique had been transformed by the spring into a state that was not at all delicious, and he didn't feel a bit of hunger, but rather, he felt even hungrier.
Ling Chunan knew it was an illness, more precisely, a psychological disorder. His dependence on blood and flesh was too strong, to the point of madness. However, he had no desire to control it.
Moving his flexible wrist, Ling Chunan looked at the remaining petal in the pool and smiled.
"Host, are you okay?" 098 suddenly felt a bit cold.
Ling Chunan shook his head calmly. "I'm fine." Then, with a flick of his fingers, an ice blade appeared between them. The crystal-clear blade seemed sharp yet fragile. He casually tossed it, precisely trimming a corner of the lotus leaf next to the flower.
Exiting the space, it was already ten at night. Ling Chunan checked the clock, went back to his room to change clothes, and picked up the car keys to head to the garage.
"Host, why are you going out so late?" 098 couldn't help asking.
"Looking for sustenance."
The meaning of sustenance was obvious, and 098 remained silent.
The tires screeched loudly as they came to a stable stop in front of the luxurious gate of a club. Without waiting for the waiter to usher him away, Ling Chunan pulled out a black card and flashed it in front of him.
The previously stern-faced waiter's expression changed instantly, as if eager to turn his frown into a smile. "Mr. Ling, welcome."
Ling Chunan casually tossed the car keys to the waiter and strode into the club, heading straight to the fifth floor.
Zeng Wuyue had just finished discussing business matters with some associates from the underworld. He declined their proposal to go to the neighboring nightclub, raised his wine glass to send them off, and just as he was about to escort them, a knocking sound interrupted. Not only that, after a few knocks, the door opened on its own.
These people were seasoned figures in the underworld for decades. Seeing Zeng Wuyue frown, their hearts couldn't help but quicken, nervously watching the doorway, eager to see who dared to intrude.
It turned out to be a handsome young man, seemingly a student. Could it be that someone wanted to please Zeng Wuyue and sent him here? With this thought, they couldn't help but feel a bit regretful. No matter how attractive he might be, he probably wouldn't survive until tomorrow with such poor timing.
However, to everyone's astonishment, Zeng Wuyue, who had seemed in a bad mood just now, actually stood up eagerly.
What did he call the young man? Sweetheart?!
The underworld figures couldn't help but scratch their heads, but when Zeng Wuyue's gaze swept over them, they shivered and quickly found an excuse to escape this troublesome situation.
It probably wouldn't be until tomorrow that the news of Zeng Wuyue finding true love would spread far and wide.
However, Zeng Wuyue didn't care at all. He pulled Ling Chunan to the sofa, touched his forehead, and asked, "Darling, why did you come? Your face looks pale. Are you feeling unwell?"
Ling Chunan looked at Zeng Wuyue, swallowed, and said, "I'm hungry." Then, he turned around, sat on Zeng Wuyue's sturdy thigh, tore open the man's suit, and with a decisive move, ripped open the man's shirt collar. He bit into the man's shoulder, and the delicious taste filled Ling Chunan's senses, making him involuntarily let out a satisfied sigh.
Zeng Wuyue made a soft groan, his eyes slightly darkening. He reached out, holding the young man even tighter.
"Host, if you keep eating, you'll lose your virginity," 098 warned with a chilly tone.
Ling Chunan seemed not to hear, his hands wrapped around the man's back, getting even closer. He delicately licked the wounds he had bitten open on the man's body.
The young man's slender waist was flexible and delicate, sitting on him with surprising elasticity, especially the tongue wandering on his body. Zeng Wuyue's eyes darkened even more, and even his breathing became heavy.
The next day, Ling Chunan woke up still lying in the man's arms. His waist was a bit sore, but other than that, he felt no discomfort, thanks to his transformed physique.
"Host, how are you feeling?" 098's voice was a bit cool.
"Not bad," Ling Chunan recalled. "Better than I imagined." Then, he began to calculate, "Now that we've consummated the relationship, he'll surely listen to me more. What do you think about keeping him in the space?"
Before 098 could figure out how to respond, Ling Chunan had already shaken Zeng Wuyue awake and straightforwardly made his request, "Uncle, would you like to be my exclusive sustenance?"
"Host, you'll get beaten for this," 098 predicted.
"Sure," Zeng Wuyue agreed.
Watching the radiant host and the indulgent man, 098 felt a bit glitched. Maybe it should shut down and restart?
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