Stealing the Yuri Protagonist Harem

Chapter 52: Getting Anxious, It’s Getting Anxious!

Chapter 52: Getting Anxious, It’s Getting Anxious!

The little gray mouse's eyes showed signs of fatigue.

Initially, when it was picked up and put into the storage bag by Luo Wusheng, it felt a hint of excitement.

After all, with its talent and abilities, it would be easy to leave the storage bag unnoticed with a little preparation time.

So, inside the storage bag, it happily awakened its true power within this body.

This was a process that required time and couldn't be interrupted or discovered.

Fortunately, inside the storage bag, it had more than enough time and a concealed space.

As long as that Holy Saint of the Demon Sect didn't idle around and keep rummaging through the storage bag.

Clearly, its plan had fallen through.

Just as it had finally prepared to begin casting its spell, Luo Wusheng's spiritual awareness permeated the storage bag.

It had no choice but to stop and watch as Luo Wusheng took away a few refining materials.

When it thought it was over and tried to cast the spell again, that Holy Saint of the Demon Sect returned.

This time, he put back a few of the refining materials he had taken away.

Then he took them away again, only to put them back once more

This repeated back and forth.

(You damn fucker, are you deliberately trying to provoke me? Will you take them or not?!)

It roared in its mind.

However, what it didn't know was that Luo Wusheng was being indecisive about whether or not to give Bai Xiaoyao the black silk stockings.

Perhaps there was a lingering desire to sneak a glimpse at the sleeping barefoot demoness for a little while longer.

As a result of multiple failed attempts at using its secret techniques, the rat demon suffered a backlash and its condition became somewhat feeble.

Even when Luo Wusheng actually didn't return the materials, it didn't have the strength to cast its secret technique for a short period of time.

(Forget it, at least this guy has stopped. Once I recover my strength, I'll leave immediately.)

Just as it finally made up its mind, it suddenly saw a light.

It realized that it had been taken out of the storage bag and thrown onto the ground, surrounded by several people.

At first glance, it saw that detestable Holy Saint of the Demon Sect.

Thinking about its previous painful failures, a hint of hatred appeared in its narrow, elongated eyes.

Damn it, if it weren't for those baldies' specific instructions, it would have torn this Demon Sect Holy Saint to shreds!

But why did this guy throw it out of the storage bag?

The ugly little gray mouse suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Huh? Why does this little guy seem a bit listless? Oh, right, it was stored in the storage bag for quite some time."

Luo Wusheng looked at the little gray mouse he had thrown out, muttering to himself thoughtfully.

Of course, the five artifact refiners who were already completely outside of the service area couldn't hear what he was saying.

But the little gray mouse could hear it.

(It's all because of you that I'm in this state!)

It wanted to make the Demon Sect Holy Saint in front of it experience its power, but in its weakened state, it could only barely support itself, revealing a ferocious expression with a hint of blood in its eyes.

"Tsk, it's still as ugly as ever."

Hearing the mockery from the young man in front of him, the little gray mouse felt like the last thread holding its sanity together was about to break.

In its life, it loved money the most and hated being called ugly.

But this Demon Sect Holy Saint had already called it ugly twice to its face!

It could tolerate it no longer!

However, considering its current condition, it decided to endure a little longer.

It was okay. On the day it carried out its plan, it would have revenge for every grievance it suffered.

(But why did he release me at this moment?)

As the little gray mouse was thinking about this, it heard a loud voice from beside Luo Wusheng.

"Lord Holy Saint! Why did you bring this quite peculiar-looking mouse here?"

Not knowing what their Lord Holy Saint was saying and unable to grasp his intentions, Song Zhong chose a tactful way of speaking.

He also thought the mouse was quite ugly.

On the other side, Luo Wusheng, who knew that these people couldn't understand what he was saying at the moment, waved his hand.

A pitch-black flintlock pistol fell into his hand.

Without hesitation, regardless of the type of bullet loaded, Luo Wusheng shot at the gray-furred mouse in the cage.

Although it may sound cruel, he strangely felt no psychological burden Perhaps it was due to the excessive negative emotions accumulated by this strange ugly mouse?

However, to avoid causing excessive harm to the weak defense of the little mouse, he used spiritual power to weaken the bullet's own power.

This was the last bit of tenderness from the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect.

The gray-furred mouse attempted to dodge, but as an ordinary mouse, how could it be faster than a bullet?

As a result, it scraped off a bit of the mouse fur.

The effects of the bullet took effect on its body.

Suddenly, it seemed to see its subordinates, the working mice, no longer giving it money. They even offered the money that should have belonged to it to this despicable Holy Saint of the Demon Sect!

How could this be! Although that money was earned through the blood and sweat of those lowly working mice, it should have been its money!

It became anxious.

So anxious that tears started flowing.

"Huh? Is it a tear gas bullet?"

Luo Wusheng looked at the bean-sized tear drops falling from the sparse gray fur of the mouse and rubbed his chin.

In fact, he still had some wariness towards this mouse.

Although he couldn't detect anything, its timing of appearance was too suspicious, and the feeling of disgust it evoked in him also made him concerned.

By firing this shot, he also had some probing intentions.

However, the mouse's reaction was no different from an ordinary mouse.

Could it be that he was overthinking? Perhaps it was just because this ugly mouse had sparse fur, which triggered his bald donkey PTSD?

After a moment of contemplation, he carved a few lines on the wooden board he had taken out earlier.

Although the group of Artifact Refiners couldn't communicate at the moment, they would be able to understand his message once the effects on them wore off.

After doing all this, Luo Wusheng looked at the group of Artifact Refiners.

At this moment, their faces showed a sudden realization.

"So that's it! Lord Luo wants us to test the effects of these bullets on other creatures!"

Song Zhong immediately stepped forward and said, "It is indeed common for low-level cultivators who use ordinary weapons to rely on clearing beast troubles to exchange for cultivation resources! It is equally important to test the effects on other animals! I didn't expect Lord Luo to see the shortcomings in our thinking! Truly worthy of being the Holy Saint!"

Song Zhong bowed his head in respect.

The other four people didn't understand what he was saying, but they all nodded inwardly, impressed.

Indeed, just as they had thought, Lord Luo wanted to remind them not to focus only on humans and to compare the effects of the bullets on other creatures.

He even brought a test subject specifically for this purpose!

These people were about to express their gratitude on their faces.

Luo Wusheng's mouth twitched.

(Forget it, let them think whatever they want for now. They will naturally see the instructions I left behind when their conditions improve.)

He didn't want to waste time with a group of people with real communication barriers.

If he spent half a day making them understand his intentions, only to have the side effects on them disappear the next second, he would have nowhere to reason with.

With that in mind, Luo Wusheng nodded slightly towards them.

Leaving the wooden board with the inscribed words aside, he walked downstairs with a slow and steady pace, leaving under the gaze of the Artifact Refiners.

What these Artifact Refiners didn't notice was that with each step their Young Master took, the fluctuations in his aura blurred slightly.

(Hmm, this should be fine.)

Luo Wusheng, who had already perfectly concealed his presence and aura, stood outside the Demon Artifact Pavilion.

The busy street was filled with pedestrians, but no one paid any attention to him.

The Holy Saint of the Demon Sect nodded in satisfaction.

Red Blossom Pavilion, here I come!