Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Ning Shu continued cultivating, ignoring the incessant dripping sound.

However, the constant intermittent drip drop was pretty irritating. It made people feel jittery.

This technique targeted the psyche.

Ning Shu directly blocked her hearing ability.

She then continued cultivating nonstop. So what if the cage was made of nine heavens stardust iron? This was nothing.

The next morning, Ning Shu was still cultivating when the black cloth was removed, exposing her to bright light.

She blocked the light with her hand and squinted to look at Allen.

This guy was seriously annoying.

Behind Allen, a servant carried in a feast. Ning Shu smelled the aroma of roasted lamb that seemed faintly sweet. It was probably brushed with honey.

Ning Shu remained composed. She had eaten plenty of things before, even trash, so this lamb was nothing.

“You haven’t eaten in three days. Would you like to eat now?” Allen studied Ning Shu, narrowing his eyes.

Why did she look completely fine? Her eyes were steady, her complexion flushed, and she didn’t seem worn out at all.

She was a slave, for god’s sake!

Ning Shu nodded. “I want to eat. Would you let me?”

“There is no free lunch in this world. Have you decided to tell me your secret?”

Ning Shu nodded and beckoned Allen, “Come closer. I’ll tell you a secret.”

Allen frowned but still approached.

Ning Shu gripped the cage and earnestly said, “To be honest, my soul is actually male, but I feel like I’ve found my true self after possessing this body. I never knew, but it turns out I’ve always longed to be a woman.”

Allen: …

Ning Shu could vividly see the goosebumps that popped up all over Allen’s body. His hair even looked like it was standing on end.

“This is your secret?”

Ning Shu nodded, “Uhhuh.”

Allen’s gaze became strange as if looking at a pervert.

He couldn’t reconcile this image of a man within a woman’s body.

“Toss the food. Feed it to the beasts,” Allen told the servant. He seemed extremely disgusted and would rather give the food to dogs than give it to Ning Shu.

The servant smiled as he took the food away. Allen stopped him, “Oh, bring the hellhound to me.”

Ning Shu: …

Why bring a dog? The heck?

Allen sat down, “Let’s play a game.”

Ning Shu: I refuse.

The servant soon brought a dog. The dog looked like a mutant.

It had three heads, was pitch-black, and was drooling heavily. Its saliva dripped loudly with plops on the ground.

Its three heads looked around.

Wouldn’t having three heads make it hard to control the body?

Allen beckoned the hellhound, who whimpered and walked over, lying down in a fawning manner at Allen’s feet.

Allen patted the three heads of the hellhound and pointed at Ning Shu. “Tear her apart.”

The three heads of the hellhound turned their heads at the same time to look at Ning Shu in the cage. The three pairs of six eyes stared at Ning Shu simultaneously.

The hellhound bared its teeth, growling, ready to pounce on Ning Shu.

Ning Shu patted her chest, “I’m so scared.”

It was her first time seeing a three-headed dog. It was more impressive than the howling celestial dog.

This kind of beast supposedly guards hell.

“My hellhound is ruthless; you’ll be torn to shreds. This is your last chance,” Allen stated.

Ning Shu sincerely replied, “I’ve already told you my deepest secret~ what else do you want~~?”

Allen’s body erupted in goosebumps upon hearing Ning Shu’s suddenly cutesy tone.

The image of a burly man, coquettishly playing with his hair, blushing while peeking at him, involuntarily formed in Allen’s mind.

A shuddering chill overwhelmed him.