You are not monster girls!

Chapter 139 I'm too tired to move, you can just go for it (4k, two chapters combined)

The enemy slipped on the plastic bottle, hit his head on the ground, and passed out.
What an utterly awful way to die!

Lin Muran originally thought there would be a fierce battle, but she didn't expect it to end so hastily.

But the fact that the other party was a living being made him nervous.

Ghost Princess has no physical form, so no one would believe it if it were discovered, but spirit beasts like Bai Mengqing and the others are different.

In short, let's see what the other party is really like first.

He carefully lifted the black cloth covering the shadowy figure, and with the help of the moonlight, Lin Muran frowned upon seeing the other person's appearance.

Bai Mengqing and Qingyi, unable to bear the fishy smell, had quietly retreated to the stairwell, peeking out half their heads to observe the situation.

Only Xia Li, who was fully focused, kept a close eye on the situation in the corridor with her golden eyes of varying pupil colors.

Bai Mengqing asked, "Is this a demon?"

"unclear"

Lin Muran did not see the true face of the dark figure.

Beneath the black cloth, he was not only wrapped in a thick layer of black clothing, but also wore a heavy bat mask on his face.

It looks like it's the same model as the original Beatman.

Inside the black cloth were numerous dark red fragments, the contents of which were unclear, but the fishy smell was still quite strong.

The only thing we can tell is that the other person has shrunk a lot.

But what Lin Muran cared about most was the hypnotic heart bracelet on the other person's wrist, the same one worn by the succubus app.

He was extremely familiar with that thing.

As a modern person who is transported to another world, aside from having a special profession, the only thing I must do is use modern design concepts to crush a bunch of primitive people.

Lin Muran did the same, creating many uniquely designed props for her monster business.

Two items sold the best, one of which was the Blood Drop Necklace and Bracelet, which allowed succubi to maintain their sanity for extended periods.

But there's only one bracelet in the entire world with such a modern design.

If nothing unexpected happens, that bracelet should still be on its owner's wrist.

How did it end up on this dark figure?

Is it possible? !

He glanced at the dark red fragments beside him, lost in thought, and suddenly felt the scene around him turn upside down, his vision instantly covered by darkness, and a large amount of blood dripping onto his face.

A hoarse voice, accompanied by a strange, fishy stench, intermittently reached his ears from the darkness: "Ha."

boom!
Before the shadowy figure could finish speaking, Xia Li stepped forward and delivered a flying kick, sending him flying into the wall. He slowly slid to the ground, leaving behind a large, horrifying pool of blood.

The mask also split in two.

This...this requires a lot of strength to do.
Bai Mengqing couldn't help but swallow hard when she saw the other person's miserable state.

She was very glad that she had chosen to go home with Lin Muran. If she had acted alone, even if the police hadn't arrested her, she would have ended up like this if she had encountered the untamed Xia Li.

The kindness of the matcha expert is never-ending.

"Why did you suddenly make a move, you traitorous disciple?!" Qingyi immediately stopped Xia Li, who was about to step forward, her tone slightly flustered.

Since the other party isn't a ghost, taking such a kick would at least kill them halfway through their lives, if not kill them outright.

The ensuing troubles are predictable.

"You're breathing on a soccer ball, you want to play it?" Xia Li said with a stern face, and offered her hand for Lin Muran to help her stand up.

Lin Muran felt a chill run down his spine. He had thought that Xia Li had entered this state simply to better write her manuscript, but he hadn't expected her combat power to be so terrifying.

Fortunately, she was in normal condition when she arrived.

Otherwise, he might not have been able to anticipate such a sudden sneak attack.

Bai Mengqing also walked up shakily: "...Is she a person?"

Upon seeing the other person's true face, Lin Muran remained silent for a moment before frowning and saying, "No."

Half an hour later, in the living room of the villa.

"Uh"

"Lin Muran, Batman is awake!!"

"Could it be... Fran... Doru?"

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and get the paste from the kitchen. Stupid Dragon, Xia Li, go upstairs and move that seat down."

"Hey, do people actually eat that kind of thing?"

"She's not human, don't worry about her, just go get it."

The lights on the living room ceiling were like the sun, a source of endless gratitude, and in her hazy state, she always felt an unusual cacophony in her ears.

It's like someone is playing music, but the lyrics are incomprehensible.

"Uh"

The "shadow" slowly opened her eyes. She twisted her body, trying to relieve the restraints on her chest, but ended up shaking uncontrollably.

She was hung up, bound in the same way as a tortoise shell.

He looked up and his eyes met those of a woman with a single ponytail who was drinking water in front of him.

"Oh, you're awake. The surgery was a success."

Seeing that the shadowy figure reacted, Qingyi clapped her hands and smiled, "You're a cute boy now, are you happy?"

!!!

Upon hearing the word "boy," the shadowy figure trembled violently and began rubbing his legs, but quickly stopped. From beneath the black hood, a soft sigh escaped his lips.
"Ugh"

Qingyi: ? ? ?
She had only ever seen this kind of reaction in comedy bloggers' videos. What was up with this guy?
"You'd better stand back a bit; a rope usually won't be able to hold this guy down."

Lin Muran stood up, looked at the "shadow" whose head was still covered by a black cloak, and pulled Qingyi to her side.

"Is it really that scary?"

Qingyi swallowed hard as she watched the dark figure bound by tortoise shells still keeping her head down. Somewhat puzzled, she asked Lin Muran, "Why is she covering her face even though she's tied up?"

Lin Muran remained silent for a while before turning her body away and saying, "See for yourself."

After seeing the true face of the shadowy figure, he stood there stunned for a long time before covering the other person's head again, not daring to look any longer, for fear that his guess was true.

"We're not filming Batman here, so I really don't understand why they keep acting like riddle-solving characters."

Completely baffled by Lin Muran's motives, Qingyi could only lean closer and slowly lift the hood off his head, exposing the sinful face of this man who always pretended to be a ghost to scare her to the light.

The hood fell to the ground, revealing a stunningly beautiful face with disheveled gray pigtails and a look of utter despair.

Long, soft eyelashes, bright eyes, delicate nose, and slightly pointed chin.

Especially her heterochromatic eyes, formed by the red vertical pupils and the purple vortex, when half-closed, resembled a thorny rose, constantly tempting the souls of those who looked at her.

Her looks were comparable to the traitor's, but her figure was a bit fuller, which was just enough to meet the minimum requirements of the tortoise shell binding.

"A small landmine girl is indeed very dangerous," Qingyi suddenly realized.

She often saw news online about girls dressed like this stabbing people to death, so it's understandable that so many hero fragments would be exposed.

"Hey, put me down."

Her twin ponytails swayed in mid-air, and the girl's thin lips were lightly pressed together, her lips a slightly pale pink.

"Please state your name, age, ethnicity, and measurements first."

Qingyi mimicked the tone Lin Muran had used when questioning her. She had heard of these kinds of mortal women who kept their secrets while surfing the internet, and now that she could finally see one in person, she asked directly on Lin Muran's behalf.

Moreover, the opponent was even a landmine girl with a heart-shaped arrow tail.

This is even rarer than rare and exotic animals.

"Do we need to ask about measurements during interrogation?"

"I'm just copying you."

“I didn’t ask you,” Lin Muran retorted.

The girl glanced at Qingyi, then immediately lowered her head again: "Why would I tell you?"

"You're pretty tough."

Qingyi took out Bai Mengqing's phone, the screen hovering over a video of a cover version of "Li Bai": "What if I release this?"

"I'm not ready to live anymore anyway, so go ahead and release it."

"I still want to live, forget it, let me do it, you should rest over there." Lin Muran sensed something was wrong as soon as he heard the intro, and quickly turned around to hold Qingyi down.

"Hey, I heard from netizens that the arrangement of this song is pretty awesome, but I haven't heard it before."

"These are headphones. Go listen over there, Master Qing."

After pushing Qingyi away, he looked at the bound girl again, took a deep breath, and uttered two words.

"Martha".

!!!

The girl's body suddenly trembled, and the other person's previously languid tone became slightly shocked as they asked in a genuine old London Union accent, "Why did you say that name?"

"Yes, that's the accent."

That night, when Qingyi was watching TV in the living room to kill time, she heard this English accent, which was completely different from the one in the TV series.

"Where did you hide the real Selene?" Lin Muran frowned after hearing the standard answer.

Sally reverted to her previous deadpan expression: "That's what a clueless private person is like."

Lin Muran:???

Qingyi: ? ? ?
Qingyi suddenly felt a little fortunate that she and Lin Muran had competed to ask questions, otherwise she would definitely have been the one scolded.

This level of aggression is comparable to that of a traitor.

"Big brother, we got it."

"Very good, let her sit on it."

During the conversation, Xia Li came down from upstairs with her triangular horse on her head. Lin Muran, who was in the middle of a heated argument, pushed her down under Sally and made her sit on top of her.

"Goo!"

Sally's body was trembling slightly at first, but then she bent over and started to doze off, her black tail, shaped like a heart arrow, tapping rhythmically with her breathing.

"Big brother, you're so humane," Xia Li tugged at Lin Muran's sleeve.

She had thought this was a prop Lin Muran used to punish the shadowy figure, but she never expected it to be a chair that she brought in in case the other party got tired of hanging.

"Do you know her?" Qingyi asked, noticing Lin Muran's unusual behavior.

"She is my assistant."

Most monster experts will train a monster assistant based on their research direction to help them complete experiments that they cannot do alone or solve travel problems.

Tree spirit, cat spirit, or harpy are all fairly standard choices.

However, there are exceptions, such as those who form contracts with highly intelligent monsters like succubi and dream demons to make money together.

Lin Muran chose a vampire-succubus hybrid named Sally as his assistant in order to pursue efficiency.

Noble and elegant, mature and alluring, diligent and eager to learn are the most dazzling qualities of this assistant.

By any measure, she fits perfectly with the unkempt, lifeless, flat-chested girl in front of her.

But both the bracelet and the code pointed to the truth he least wanted to see.

The person in front of him was his assistant, whom he hadn't seen for almost three months, a hybrid of succubus and vampire—Sally.

"Are you done asking questions, boss? We're waiting for dinner, or you can just kill me, I'm tired." Sally pressed her face against the back of the wooden horse and yawned a huge yawn.

"How many people did you kill?" Lin Muran asked, exchanging a glance with Qingyi.

"Boss, murder is illegal."

"Those red fragments were clearly blood, right?"

"That's pig's blood."

Why are you eating pig's blood while hiding in someone else's house?

"This is my home."

"Wait, are you saying that you bought this house and that you invited Qingyi here?"

"if not?"

Sally tried to twist her arms, but failed to break free, so she stuck out her pink tongue instead.

"Pay the money."

"."

Lin Muran turned to look at Qingyi and found that the other woman had her back to her, pretending to be looking at the scenery.

"Lin Muran, this stuff really stinks! Next time, you can take it yourself!"

Just as things were getting awkward in the room, Bai Mengqing ran out, pinching her nose and carrying a bowl of thick, white liquid. Almost everyone present, except for Sally and Xia Li, pinched their noses at the same time.

"Tsk, is this some new prank dish?" Even just smelling a little bit made Qingyi feel dizzy and lightheaded.

Xia Li and Sai Li almost simultaneously muttered to themselves, "It's addictive."

Bai Mengqing pinched her nose and shook her head: "I don't know, Lin Muran made it."

She initially thought the thick, white liquid was a milkshake made by Lin Muran and wanted to sneak a bite, but the smell of the liquid almost made her faint as soon as it was opened.

It was a scent that was both strange and familiar; Bai Mengqing couldn't remember where she had smelled it before.

She shoved the object into Lin Muran's hand and was about to leave when she turned around and saw Sally on the rocking horse. She froze on the spot.

Is this someone cosplaying Snoopy?

"Never mind, you're not drinking anyway."

Lin Muran pinched her nose and held the pot in front of Sally, whose mouth was starting to water: "Does this also need to be paid for in cash?"

This bowl of white, viscous liquid is a dish that Lin Muran is most skilled at making during his travels in another world, and it is also very popular among succubi—Epimedium, Okra, Photinia, and Lotus Root Powder (warm).
This dish can temporarily deceive the succubi's senses, becoming a substitute for their meals, greatly alleviating the other party's problem of chakra extraction not keeping up with consumption due to excessive frequency.

After learning that the shadowy figure was Sally, he went to the kitchen to check and found that all the ingredients were there, so he made a batch in advance just in case.

"Explain the whole story clearly, and I can make a few more portions for you and put them in the refrigerator." Lin Muran kept stretching and stirring the white viscous liquid with a spoon, tempting the other party.

He could tell from the half-crushed photinia flowers in the room that his assistant definitely hadn't learned the modern production process.

"Gudu."

Sally's face was still pressed against the wooden back, her eyes following the white silk that was being pulled out and moving from side to side, and even the heart-shaped tail on her back began to swing wildly uncontrollably.

In the end, she closed her eyes, relaxed her body, and said in a defiant tone, "You should just go ahead and do it yourself. It's too tiring."

Lin Muran:???

(End of this chapter)