Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 168 She always asks for 4

Song Xianyin looked at the manual in front of her with a serious expression.

“Recognize the master!” Song Xianyin pointed to the glittering manual on the stone slab.

The manual did not respond.

Song Xianyin was so anxious that her hair almost turned white. She whispered, "I am your master. Let me understand."

She remembered that this tattered book was how it was adopted.

Song Xianyin sighed. There was no other way but to use her trump card.

With a determined heart, Song Xianyin bit her finger and forced her blood to drip onto the book cover.

As the blood gradually seeped into the book, Song Xianyin's eyes lit up.

Is it going to work out?

The next second, blood spurted out from the book cover and splashed onto her face, and the book, which had been shining brightly, turned gloomy.

It looks completely wilted.

Song Xianyin: ...

What does this mean? Was her blood poisonous? Did it kill her directly?

Just then, a faint voice came from the side.

“Miss Song, this manual doesn’t seem to like you,” Wen Chuyan said tactfully.

Seeing Song Xianyin's unfriendly expression, Wen Chuyan didn't dare to ask her to show him the book, and just stood awkwardly beside her.

"Hey, hurry up and let us see this book. It's useless for you to have it," Mu Silan said impatiently.

Wen Chuyan was working himself to the bone, yet she still managed to take his things.

Song Xianyin silently stuffed the book into her bag. She looked at Wen Chuyan and said, "Fellow Daoist Wen, I found this manual first, so it's not unreasonable for me to keep it, is it?"

Wen Chuyan nodded reluctantly: "Since Miss Song got it, then it naturally belongs to Miss Song."

After saying this, he lowered his head in disappointment; he really wanted this manual.

Song Xianyin was particularly wary of Mu Silan, fearing that he would steal her secret manual, since he was not a good person.

Mu Silan sneered: "Young Master Wen, this is what happens when you're soft-hearted. You've worked so hard for so long, only to have it all go to someone else."

Wen Chuyan blushed: "Fellow Daoist Mu, please don't talk nonsense. Miss Song and I don't have that kind of relationship. I won't be a stepping stone for Miss Song."

Mu Silan choked up; he was truly speechless.

As they walked, Wen Chuyan came to Song Xianyin's side.

He looked at her hesitantly, then finally mustered his courage: "Miss Song, may I see your secret manual?"

Seeing Song Xianyin's wary look, he swore, "I really just wanted to take a look."

Song Xianyin still believed in Wen Chuyan's character, so she took the secret manual out of her bag.

As soon as the manual sensed Wen Chuyan's aura, it immediately began to glow.

Song Xianyin's eyes turned red with jealousy. Wen Chuyan looked at Song Xianyin with a smile and said, "Miss Song, it likes me very much."

Song Xianyin pressed down hard on the manual, but it seemed to have grown legs and kept jumping, becoming increasingly difficult to hold down.

The next second, Wen Chuyan held the manual and blinked innocently at Song Xianyin: "Wow, that's amazing."

He stood next to Song Xianyin, looking at the contents with her.

Inside were all sorts of scribbles and symbols. Song Xianyin glanced suspiciously at Wen Chuyan beside her.

He watched intently, sometimes pondering, sometimes worrying, and sometimes showing an expression of realization.

Song Xianyin became even more anxious: "Fellow Daoist Wen, please tell us quickly."

Mu Silan and Jiang Wange, who were standing next to him, were also looking at him with serious expressions.

Wen Chuyan smiled sheepishly: "I don't understand it either."

Silence fell over the air.

"Then what were those expressions you made just now?" Song Xianyin asked sincerely.

Wen Chuyan scratched his head: "Everyone is looking at me like this. If I just say I don't know, I'll be very embarrassed."

"Do you all feel less disappointed now that I've said this? Haha." He gave a dry laugh.

Seeing that no one else reacted, he returned the manual to Song Xianyin, his voice somewhat disappointed: "It's not funny."

Song Xianyin calmly said, "Haha, that's hilarious."

Wen Chuyan looked at Song Xianyin with bright eyes. Miss Song could actually understand his interesting ideas.

The other three were injured, and only Song Xianyin is completely healthy now.

Mu Silan asked Song Xianyin to start a fire, but Song Xianyin refused.

"It's too tiring for an ordinary person like me to start a fire. I don't want to do it. I've never done this kind of thing at home."

Mu Silan looked at her suspiciously: "Didn't Miss Song say that her family was poor and that she had to get up before dawn to start a fire? What are you doing...?"

Jiang Wange's gaze also lingered on Song Xianyin.

"I was just talking nonsense. I just didn't want to start a fire," Song Xianyin quickly said.

Mu Silan narrowed his eyes: "But Miss Song's hands don't look like those of someone who does manual labor regularly."

The atmosphere was somewhat solidified.

Wen Chuyan glanced at Mu Silan and Jiang Wange, then at Song Xian, and stepped in to smooth things over: "It's alright, I'll take care of it. Miss Song, please get some rest."

He simply couldn't bear to see Miss Song, a weak woman, being harassed.

Song Xianyin was about to start cursing Mu Silan, but she swallowed it back down.

Wen Chuyan also took care of dinner.

He is the male protagonist of this world, and he undoubtedly possesses all the good fortune.

When he wanted to eat chicken, a chicken would suddenly crash and die in front of him after a short while; when he wanted to eat bird, a bird would fall from the sky; and firewood was always within his reach.

After everyone finished eating, Wen Chuyan began to act as a mediator.

"Young Master Mu, you are a man, and your cultivation is so high, please don't make things difficult for Miss Song anymore."

He sighed and looked at Jiang Wange beside him: "If you treat other women this way, then Miss Jiang will also be unhappy."

Jiang Wange, who had been inexplicably dragged into this, nodded.

Mu Silan didn't speak, only playing with the leaf in her hand with a cold face.

Wen Chuyan smiled and shared his tips with Mu Silan: "Actually, Miss Song is very easy to get along with. For example, you can give her the leaves in your hand and ask her if she wants to play with them. That way, you'll get along very well."

Mu Silan thought he was sick.

After persuading Mu Silan, Wen Chuyan went to persuade Song Xianyin.

"Miss Song, you look so beautiful when you eat. You are a kind-hearted woman."

"If only you had a little more patience with Young Master Mu."

Looking at Wen Chuyan's expectant face, Song Xianyin smiled at him. Seeing her smile, Wen Chuyan felt that the matter was definitely settled.

"do not want!"

Wen Chuyan glanced at Song Xianyin, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back, and silently sat down in front of a large tree not far away.

They're all companions, so why are they so hostile towards each other?

The head butler once told him that many things are determined by money.

Miss Song's family is poor, and Young Master Mu always wears black clothes because he's afraid others will notice that his clothes are dirty, so he must also be poor.

If he gives them more money, will their relationship improve?