Quick Transmigration: What's Wrong with the Yandere Male Lead? It's So Good!

Xiao Wang pushed open the exquisitely carved wooden door, only to find a scene inside that Jiang Rangrang had not expected:

The room was entirely made of natural wood, with white fur covering the floor, chairs, and couches.

On the table was a small white porcelain flowerpot, in which a palm-sized dark green plant was planted.

A row of bookshelves stood against the wall, densely packed with bamboo slips and books.

Honestly, this room is so cozy and normal that it doesn't seem like the residence of a cult leader.

Jiang Rangrang stood at the doorway, not going any further in, staring at him with wide eyes: "Brother, where is this...?"

Xiao Wang turned around, looked at her small face, and slowly closed the door.

With a dull "bang," the sound, which was not loud to begin with, became incredibly clear in the quiet environment.

Jiang Rangrang was startled by the sound of the door closing and looked up at him in a panic.

Xiao Wang's gaze never left her. His eyes fell on her tense shoulders and neck, on the fingers gripping the short sword, and finally settled on her small face, which was trying to remain calm but was actually confused.

"Do you know where this is?"

He asked her, his tone still carrying a hint of nonchalance.

Jiang Rangrang shook her head, her gaze darting away from his. "I...I don't know..."

"This is where I live."

He took two steps closer, leaned down slightly, and his breath brushed against her cheek: "It's also the forbidden area in the back mountain of the Wuwang Sect."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Rangrang suddenly looked up at him, her eyes wide open, and took two steps back as if she had just realized what he meant.

Then her eyes suddenly reddened again, and her voice trembled uncontrollably:

"The Wu-Wu-Wang Sect...? Isn't that a cult...? Who are you?"

888 nodded in the system space to show its approval, indicating that the host had made progress again, and that the performance was particularly well-structured.

Xiao Wang chuckled softly. He took a step forward, reached out, pinched her small face, and lifted her chin.

"They all call me the leader, and some outsiders call me the great demon, but I still prefer to hear you call me brother."

He spoke slowly, looking down into her trembling pupils: "Scared?"

Jiang Rangrang's tears clung to her eyelashes, threatening to spill over. She shook her head frantically, then nodded repeatedly, finally managing to choke out only one sentence:

"Please, please let me go... I'll never run away again... Waaah..."

Xiao Wang remained silent.

He just looked at her.

Looked for a long time.

Jiang Rangrang cried for so long that she was exhausted and almost ruined her character.

He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Jiang Rangrang was stunned. The short sword in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud." What was going on? She came up and kissed him right away!

Xiao Wang's kiss came without warning, with great force and a hint of awkward eagerness.

Jiang Rangrang's eyelashes trembled violently twice. She placed her hand on his chest and tried to push him away, but of course, she couldn't.

Xiao Wang opened his eyes and saw her pushing him. His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and he pressed her into his arms even harder.

Watching her struggle with tears in her eyes, yet unable to break free, she really looked like a harmless little kitten.

Four words kept flashing through Xiao Wang's mind: She's so cute.

She was so adorable that he felt an immediate urge to touch her; otherwise, he wouldn't have saved her from the snake's jaws.

The moment she threw herself into his arms, he felt something he had never experienced before…

He hadn't figured out how to describe that feeling yet.

In short, she came to him of her own accord, didn't she? He just took care of the little animal that wandered into his home, what did he do wrong?

He sucked and licked her soft lips for a while before pulling back slightly, his forehead pressed against hers, his voice low and hoarse as their breaths mingled.

"Stay here and keep me company from now on."

"Don't even think about running away."

"You don't want to know the consequences of being caught by me."

Jiang Rangrang trembled and cried pitifully, "I...I dare not run away, brother, please don't eat my mouth anymore, it hurts so much."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wang felt his breathing become even more rapid. Did she want to kill him?

[Ha, see that? This male lead is a total noob; he can't even French kiss.]

[Host, keep your smugness to yourself. You'll be begging them later.]

[Impossible! I bought it, it was worth 2000 points.]

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Meanwhile, at Wuyou Pavilion, Jiang Rangrang's senior sister saw the letter she left behind.

Everyone's so busy! You guys went somewhere without me, I'm so bored! So I went home.

Don't worry, I'm traveling with a caravan. I'll be home for the Mid-Autumn Festival before coming back. I hope you won't be too busy then!

—Jiang Rangrang left

The eldest sister shook her head. It's good to go home; things are unsettled in the martial world lately. The cult has already abducted its fifth victim this month.

The missing women are all beautiful, ranging in age from eighteen to twenty-six. All the victims share the common characteristics of being plump, beautiful, and married young women.

Every place where the victims were abducted left behind the scorpion symbol of the Wuwang Sect. Isn't this a provocation by a cult against the righteous path?

The eldest sister gritted her teeth and prepared to continue the investigation. The cult members were hiding too well; their stronghold was impossible to find.

The headquarters did know where it was, but it was a notoriously dangerous place, and no one was confident they could get there unharmed.

Well, Jiang Rangrang, who had a cheat code, doesn't count; she followed the navigation.

Wuwang Sect, Back Mountain, Pavilion

Candles were lit in the room, and the two sat down to eat.

Xiao Wang's cooking is awful...

Jiang Rangrang felt that she could tolerate wearing ugly clothes and sleeping on a hard bed, but she really didn't want to suffer the injustice of bad food.

Honestly, she had never eaten such terrible food before. She felt like she had no hope for life and couldn't bear to eat anything more.

"Waaaaah..."

Xiao Wang frowned at the person who had suddenly started crying: "Why are you crying?"

"Waaaaah, this food is so awful... I've never eaten anything this bad before, waaaaah..."

Xiao Wang: "..."

Is it hard to eat? Well, it certainly isn't.

"Don't cry, just make do with this meal for now. The chef will be back tomorrow."

"Waaaaah..."

Xiao Wang looked at her little face, which was red from crying, and felt neither annoyed nor bothered, but rather heartbroken.

So he went up to the person, put his arm around him, and wiped away his tears.

She coaxed him softly, "Don't cry, I'll grill some meat for you, okay? My grilled meat is especially delicious."

Jiang Rangrang, knowing when to stop, sobbed for a moment and said, "Okay."

Xiao Wang sighed helplessly; he was still a little glutton.

Jiang Rangrang didn't expect that this barbecue would start with a hunting trip.

Jiang Rangrang: "..."

When he comes back from hunting, he'll have to gut and roast the animals, and then he'll starve to death.

As it turns out, she underestimated Xiao Wang and temporarily forgot that this was a martial arts world where people possess internal energy!

Not long after Xiao Wang went out, he caught a pheasant and a rabbit.

Then came the plucking and skinning, which, to be honest, was a bit dirty and smelled terrible.

But Xiao Wang didn't even flinch.

"My Lord, do you always eat the food you cook yourself?"

Jiang Rangrang hid at the doorway, about ten meters away from him, and asked.