Chapter 249: The Yandere Demon Lord 3

“Little Cutie, if my mission fails this time, I’m blaming your crow mouth,” Tang Wan said darkly.

Hearing this, Little Cutie immediately pointed at itself innocently.

“Host, I really didn’t expect things to turn out like this! But don’t be discouraged!” it said encouragingly. “Don’t you always say your acting skills are amazing? Now’s the perfect time to prove it! Come on! I believe you can do it!”

Tang Wan only wanted to laugh coldly.

In the modern worlds before this, she could still rely on acting.

But this was a xianxia world where people casually fought and killed with a flick of their sleeves!

Although she had inherited the original owner’s body, that didn’t mean she understood any of the cultivation techniques or secret manuals the original owner practiced.

Forget using them—

She couldn’t even read most of the cultivation scriptures properly.

If she ever truly had to fight someone…

She would expose herself instantly.

And in cultivation worlds, possession of another person’s body was no small matter.

If the Changyun Sect discovered she was no longer the original owner, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Just thinking about it gave Tang Wan a headache.

But when she remembered that the villain in this world also had “Tong” in his name, her mood quickly improved again.

This was her Tongtong too.

So no matter how difficult things became, she would definitely treat him well.

As long as she was sincere enough, he would eventually feel it.

Though exactly how she should approach things…

She still needed to think carefully.

…

That night.

Tang Wan quietly snuck into Lin Tongyin’s room.

Calling it a “room” was honestly being generous.

It was little more than a leaking straw hut with drafts coming in from every direction.

At that moment, Lin Tongyin was curled up on the crude bed, looking painfully thin, weak, and pitiful.

Seeing him like that, Tang Wan cursed the original owner another eight hundred times in her heart before quickly stepping forward with a distressed expression.

Then, according to the original owner’s memories, she awkwardly circulated a strand of spiritual energy and slowly transferred it into his body.

What she didn’t know, however…

Was that Lin Tongyin had already awakened the moment she entered.

Years of abuse had sharpened his nerves to a terrifying degree. Even the slightest movement would wake him instantly.

Not to mention tonight was freezing cold, and he didn’t even have a proper blanket.

He hadn’t truly fallen asleep to begin with.

Still, in order to prevent Tang Wan from realizing he was awake, he deliberately controlled his breathing and remained motionless.

At the same time, he thought coldly to himself:

What is this bitch trying to do now?

Hasn’t she tortured me enough already?

But after realizing Tang Wan was actually transferring spiritual energy into him, confusion flashed through his mind.

What trick was she playing this time?

Just then—

He heard a very soft sigh above him.

Immediately afterward, something warm covered his body.

A robe.

It carried a faint, misty fragrance.

The next second, a soft hand gently touched his cheek.

Lin Tongyin instantly became alert.

When Tang Wan’s fingers stopped over the empty socket where his eye had once been, every nerve in his body tightened.

What was she planning now?

…

Tang Wan had originally come here in the middle of the night intending to secretly warm him up a little.

But after seeing his miserable condition, she became so distressed that she nearly forgot the child might actually be awake.

Awkward.

Fortunately, Lin Tongyin showed no signs of opening his eyes, so Tang Wan could only pretend nothing was wrong and slowly withdraw her hand.

But then she suddenly realized—

This was actually a perfect opportunity to repair her image a little.

So the next moment, Tang Wan immediately took out a bottle of top-grade medicinal ointment from the original owner’s spatial ring.

Then she carefully pulled aside Lin Tongyin’s tattered clothes and looked at the injuries across his back.

The moment she saw the horrifying whip scars covering the child’s body, her heart clenched painfully.

Damn it.

How much must this have hurt?

Afterward, she gently applied the ointment little by little, movements as careful as possible, while speaking in a soft, helpless tone:

“Tongtong… don’t blame Master for being harsh.”

“One day, you’ll understand Master’s good intentions.”