The Undercover Villain Transmigrates, The Female Protagonists Are Worried

Muran Yan didn't know what kind of emotions she was harboring as she handed the last piece of clothing in her hand to Qin Tianjiao.

Muran Yan never expected the situation to deviate so much from what she had anticipated.

This is so different from the script she had in mind!

How did she end up completely naked, and even voluntarily handing her clothes to him?

At this moment, Muran Yan had already revealed her purest essence, her perfect body.

She was like a ripe fruit, with droplets of sweat resembling morning dew on the fruit.

The graceful curves were so charming, the slender waist like a water snake, the long and firm legs all showcasing her beauty.

She no longer had the determination she had when attempting to assassinate Qin Tianjiao; instead, she began to hesitate, one hand covering her chest, the other shielding her waist.

But evidently, she underestimated herself; she simply couldn't cover up...

Qin Tianjiao lifted a teacup, drank a cup of water, bent down, and this time, Muran Yan did not hesitate; she had nothing left to offer...

Her slightly dry lips quickly regained vitality under the moistness of the tea.

The ordinary water unexpectedly felt like nectar.

After finishing the cup, Muran Yan eagerly absorbed the moisture...

Qin Tianjiao felt like his lips were getting swollen from her sucking.

"Tsk... you'll have to pay extra for this... you've given me a work-related injury!" Qin Tianjiao touched his slightly swollen lips and said, "What do you want... stop tormenting me..."

Muran Yan drank a cup of water, feeling a bit better, but she knew it was temporary; that bit of water would evaporate in a few minutes...

"You guys think too much, your minds are too dirty! I really didn't have any intentions; I just found you amusing," Qin Tianjiao said indifferently.

After speaking, Qin Tianjiao took out a bundle of threads made from a plant from his spatial ring.

"I heard that in ancient times, people didn't know how to write or count; they used this to record numbers. Now, let's revisit the wisdom of the ancient sages."

Although Muran Yan didn't know what he was up to, it was evidently not something good!

But now, with her cultivation lost, she was like a lamb to the slaughter, already enduring various humiliations. If she couldn't endure it until the end, all her previous efforts would be in vain...

Her hands were behind her head, making her feel extremely ashamed. Her face blushed as she closed her eyes...

"Mm..."

From top to bottom, the upper body was done, now it was time for the legs.

"Open up," Qin Tianjiao said.

But Muran Yan kept her eyes tightly shut, pretending not to hear.

"Mm..."

Seeing her non-compliance, Qin Tianjiao had to take matters into his own hands.

"Heh, no wonder you're not cooperating..."

Listening to Qin Tianjiao's teasing voice, Muran Yan felt a mix of shame and anger.

All her pride was shattered in that moment.

Her head buzzed, her tightly closed eyes trembled continuously, the veins in her neck were taut. Her toes involuntarily curled.

Then, like a deflated balloon, she relaxed completely.

"Tsk tsk... what a letdown."

The annoying voice of Qin Tianjiao sounded in her ears again, but his actions didn't stop.

Qin Tianjiao looked at his first creation, nodding in satisfaction; she indeed had some talent.

Muran Yan thought the final step was coming up next! But Qin Tianjiao just went back to drink tea!

This made Muran Yan want to curse; she was extremely uncomfortable now, every small movement would rub against her delicate skin, and soon her eyes were brimming with tears. Her breathing became erratic.

"Can you... give me a quick death... stop torturing me," Muran Yan pleaded.

"I can't. Don't you find this interesting? Have you ever thought, all this suffering you're enduring is because of whom? Is it worth it? Where is your family now? Your fellow disciples? Your sect? No one cares about your life... only I can help you..."

Under the cover of white mist, Qin Tianjiao's voice sounded like a bewitching melody, entering Muran Yan's dizzy brain...

The more Muran Yan thought, the more Qin Tianjiao's words seemed to make sense...

"Muran Fu was very indifferent to her; the family valued him the most before Muran Fu's death, and she ended up in this predicament because of him... not worth it... too foolish!

Aunt actually wanted her to marry that useless emperor just to secure her son's throne!

The sect... the sect actually sent her to assassinate Qin Tianjiao? How is that any different from sending her to her death?"

Muran Yan's expression was confused, showing signs of struggle, as if making a difficult decision.

"This Heavenly Demon Scripture is quite intriguing..."

Qin Tianjiao had just used a secret technique from the Heavenly Demon Scripture, but compared to the system's soul imprint, it was far inferior...

"Have you made up your mind? This is your last chance. If you don't speak, I'll leave, and there are other beauties waiting for me!" Qin Tianjiao said.

After a fierce struggle, Muran Yan finally calmed down and said despondently, "It's the Soul-Locking Needle... just need to pierce it into your brow, even immortals can't save you..."

Hand it over, and you can have everything you desire...