Peerless Heiress

Chapter 15

Master quickly waved his hand, "Don't misunderstand. Although I've always thought that teasing Xiaoxiao is the most fun thing in the world, this time it really isn't."

"Really?" I asked doubtfully.

My master looked at me with a half-smile, his expression full of strangeness. He looked me up and down, and finally spoke lightly before I collapsed.

"How is Xiao Yan'er's body being used? Are you satisfied?"

If I'm not comfortable using yours, why would I use yours?

I rolled my eyes, annoyed. "Master, you talk too much nonsense."

"Hehe, that's good." The master said smugly. His beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, curving into happy lines. "I knew I was a genius."

Something's not right.

Something's not right.

I grabbed my master and said fiercely, "Tell me honestly, you damned monster, what have you done this time?"

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm your master," the master reminded him, sounding displeased.

"Tch, I'm still your savior," I said dismissively.

They stared at each other, wide-eyed.

The master slumped down, annoyed, "You brat, how can you be so fierce?"

"Speak quickly." I remained unmoved.

"No, no!" Master lifted my arm and held it under my nose. "Smell it yourself."

I looked at him suspiciously, completely bewildered.

"Smell it." The master smiled, his expression a devilish smile that seemed to be tempting an angel.

Let me smell it, I'm not afraid of anyone.

"How is it? Can you smell it?" Master smiled good-naturedly.

I glared at him, annoyed. "Smell what? Nothing, just that pine resin smell on you..."

Before I could finish my sentence, a sudden thought flashed through my mind, and I almost bit my tongue. My eyes widened instantly.

Chapter 35 Murdering one's teacher

"You, you, you﹏﹏"

I stammered, pointing at my master with a look of horror on my face.

I suddenly remembered a short conversation from one day—"Hey, Xiaoyan, do you think this Jehovah is real or fake?" It was the tone of a typical curious child.

"What do you mean, real or fake?" he asked impatiently.

He sighed, "Does this incredibly powerful god really exist?"

"Are you crazy? There are no gods in this world." He blurted out, then suddenly remembered that he was talking to a thousand-year-old demon, and shut up.

"Hehe." The old demon chuckled, a long, slender, pale finger gently gliding across his chin. "Interesting. I must visit the West sometime."

Rolling your eyes.

"Using a man's rib to make a woman...hehe, interesting..." Unprecedented excitement. Then, a moment of contemplation.

Rolling my eyes again.

﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

I shivered violently. Startled, I jumped up and frantically patted my clothes. No, it couldn't be. It's just that this old monster always likes to cling to me, so I've picked up his scent. I can't really smell like him.

"Hehe." Master chuckled, "Stop filming. You guessed right, the body you're using now was made from a rib I took from myself."

I froze. I slowly turned around, my eyes blazing with fury as I glared at the thousand-year-old demon who was laughing hysterically. He was beaming with pride and excitement. "I was just trying it out, but I didn't expect it to actually work! Little Yan'er, don't you think I'm a genius? I've been thinking about this for so long. It's so much fun!"

"Aaaaaah!!—" I finally broke down and screamed, frantically lunging forward and pounding on her body, yelling, "Where's my body? Where's my body? Where's my body? Give me back my body, now, give it back to me!"

This damned monster actually dared to experiment on me?! ...

Aaaaaaaahh ...

My master was in a sorry state, clutching my hand tightly in pain, but he couldn't stop my kicking legs. Finally, he couldn't help but shout, "Stop! Stop! Listen to me!"

I kicked him a few more times before finally stopping, panting, and glaring at him fiercely.

My master rubbed the spot where I had kicked him, his brows furrowing dramatically. "Little Yan'er, are you trying to murder your own teacher? You kicked so hard!"

The person being criticized didn't react. The master muttered again, sighing, "Being a master is really not easy. I clean up your messes and don't even get any thanks."

I glared at them.

Master, who had been trying his best to suppress his excitement and put on a pained expression, finally couldn't help but chuckle with pride, "Actually, I think this is much better for Xiao Yan'er than using your own body."

The corner of his mouth twitched.

"Look, it's really great. This body doesn't need cosmetics, won't get pimples, won't have allergies, won't get wrinkles, won't age, won't get sick... its physical strength is super strong!" The monster continued its sales pitch.

Veins throbbed, throbbed, throbbed... The monster seemed completely oblivious to human reactions, continuing its incessant chatter.

"Master..." I spoke slowly, my voice chilling.