What to Do When I Become a Koi and Fall into the Male God’s Bathtub

Xi Guichan was imprisoned in the cold machine. A blinding white light shone into his eyes, and in a moment of absent-mindedness, waves of mental waves surged into his spiritual sea.

This is …

A real brainwashing experiment!

Xi Guichan felt a chill run down his spine because of this terrifying realization. He desperately tried to break free, but the game that would have automatically exited according to his will now had no reaction at all.

The mechanical voice extinguished Xi Guichan’s last glimmer of hope.

[Beep — Player’s intense emotional fluctuations detected]

[Warm reminder: The game will not do anything to harm the player. Everything is for your sake and for the sake of your condition. I wish you a happy game and good health!]

A whirlpool silently appeared in the sky above his spiritual sea, and the whirlpool constantly emitted mental waves.

The overwhelming mental waves turned over corpses and crushed bones, covering the eerie white bones with fake flesh and skin, and building mirages in the barren field of souls.

This was a terrifying brainwashing experiment that could tamper with souls.

Almost no one was exempt from this brainwashing experiment, except for Xi Guichan.

The reason for that was because this body contained two souls.

Xi Guichan’s memories began to blur as they were wrapped in layers and layers of silk-like mental waves. All of his memories were covered in a thick veil, and it was as if a heavy snow had fallen in his world. From the sky to the ground, he looked around at the snow-white surroundings. Everything was wrapped in silver, as pale as a piece of white paper, and could be smeared by anyone.

Just as everything was about to be rewritten, a small hole suddenly appeared in the thick layer of snow, and a red-eyed little white tiger popped its head out of the snow. It seemed as if it had just been woken up from a deep sleep, and was dizzy and unable to figure out what was going on.

A fine snowflake floated to the tip of his nose, and the little white tiger sneezed with red eyes from the cold. This sneeze scared away the sleepy bug. The little white tiger, who finally realized what had happened, was strangely angry.

Roar! Who is it?! It froze me again!!!

The childish roar of a tiger resounded in the lonely world of ice and snow. He pulled his claws out of the snow with difficulty, and tried to get up with great effort. However, he seemed to be injured, and every time he moved, his whole body would feel a piercing pain.

His ruby-like eyes were so angry that they looked like they were about to spit out flames. He suddenly erupted with strength, and with a bang, he lifted his whole body out of the snow.

A pair of very, very huge insect wings suddenly spread out from the snow! The pair of wings were beautiful and slender, and the only regret was that one of the wings was broken from the root, and was covered in blood.

The little monster used its remaining wings to fly up with difficulty. Every time it flew, it would sway, as if it would fall from the sky at any moment.

Its red eyes were filled with ruthlessness and killing intent. It desperately flapped its wings in the air, and when it fell down halfway, it gritted its teeth and got up again. It took off again with a murderous aura. Because one of its wings was broken, the little monster could not control its body’s balance, and every time it fell, the broken wing would bleed.

The pure white snowfield was stained with blood, like a painting of treading on snow in search of plum blossoms.

Countless times it fell, countless times it was injured, but the little monster became more and more violent the more it suffered. After repeated defeats, it stubbornly took off. After a long period of failure, it finally managed to control its broken wings and flew towards the whirlpool in the sky.

It used its body to block the whirlpool.

Under the impact of the intense spiritual wave, the broken wing, which was already heavily injured, fell off its back together with its roots. It floated like a leaf and landed on the snowfield.

No matter how painful it was, the little monster, who did not cry, finally broke down and cried when it saw the broken wing.

It sat on the whirlpool in the sky and cried very loudly. In the huge world of ice and snow, the little monster’s tender cries echoed again and again.

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For a whole day, He Ruge could not see the little white tiger even when he opened the game. Every time it was shown that the little white tiger was still undergoing a brainwashing experiment.

What would happen after the brainwashing was over? Would the little white tiger completely … forget about him?

What was the little monster?

He Ruge thought of this and took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. At that time, he did not have any choice. The game did not give him any other options. He could only click to complete the mission.

If only this was not a game.

If only he could act according to his own ideas in the game.

He Ruge once again thought of the holographic game helmet that was priced at “8888.88”. What was the use of that helmet? Would there be more options? If so, when he was faced with a situation like today, he would not have no choice but to bite the bullet and complete the mission.