"Why are we going to the blacksmith's shop?" Musen asked, puzzled.
"Isn't it obvious? To forge you a body of steel!" Liyana said excitedly. "If we replace the pages with iron sheets, they won’t get damaged so easily. Who knows, you might even be able to use them as a weapon..."
"Won’t that make it too heavy?" Mo Lini tilted her head. "And who’s going to carry this holy scripture around? You, Liyana?"
"Hmm... On second thought, maybe not."
Musen let out a sigh of relief and gave Mo Lini a grateful look.
He was genuinely afraid Liyana would go through with one of her wild ideas.
Aina’s voice came from outside: "I have some good materials here. We can use them to upgrade Musen later."
Musen quickly replied, "That’s too much trouble for you..."
"Don’t worry about it, Musen. It’s fine," Xia Lun chimed in. "The stronger you are, the more useful you’ll be to the team. We’re in this together."
"Why be so polite with them?" Liyana reached out and patted Musen’s shoulder—though she didn’t actually touch him, she had learned to stop her hand mid-air as if she had. "We just need to relax. Xia Lun will handle the rest."
Musen rubbed his bald head and finally stopped protesting.
"By the way, Xia Lun, where are we now?" Liyana called out. "When will we reach the city?"
"Up ahead is a place called the Dragonblood Mountains," Xia Lun said, studying the map. "Not far from here is Olie City."
He frowned. Olie City... It sounded vaguely familiar.
"Xia Lun." Aina suddenly pressed herself against him, her lips sealing his in a possessive kiss.
Xia Lun sighed but didn’t resist her demanding affection.
"Olie City... It’s been so long since we’ve been here. I’m surprised the city is still standing," Musen mused from inside the carriage.
Aina grew even more aggressive, cupping Xia Lun’s face as her gaze softened, yet her movements remained fiery, her fingers tightly interlaced with his.
"Yeah, I wonder how Lady Ankula is doing. She became quite famous after becoming the city’s ruler... It’s thanks to her that Olie City has prospered all this time," Liyana added.
Aina’s actions turned even more intense, pinning Xia Lun beneath her as her tongue greedily sought his, leaving him no room to speak.
Musen sighed. "Liyana... Lady Ankula was human. She couldn’t have lived this long."
Liyana gasped. "But wasn’t she a witch? I heard witches never age or die..."
"Impossible. That’s just a fairy tale. No one lives forever. Think about it—does that sound realistic?"
"Well, that’s a shame."
Inside the carriage, none of them noticed what was happening outside.
Xia Lun, struggling to breathe, gently patted Aina’s back. Reluctantly, she pulled away, a thin, glistening thread still connecting their lips.
"What’s wrong?" Xia Lun whispered.
"Nothing. I just suddenly wanted to kiss you," Aina murmured, licking her lips, her chest rising and falling slightly, her cheeks still flushed.
Xia Lun leaned in and kissed her cheek, then playfully licked away a bead of sweat left from their earlier passion.
"Aina... This tastes like a lie," Xia Lun said, his gaze sharpening.
"What... What are you talking about, Xia Lun?" Aina seemed confused by his sudden remark.
Xia Lun spoke slowly. "Actually... I have this ability where I can tell if someone’s lying by the scent of their sweat. It seems like you’re hiding something from me."
Aina’s eyes narrowed.
Of course, this "ability" was a complete fabrication. As her husband, Xia Lun could easily sense Aina’s unusual behavior.
Ever since Olie City was mentioned, Aina had been acting strangely.
And then there was Lady Ankula, whom Liyana had brought up...
Xia Lun remembered Professor Enlaisi mentioning her name during lectures—she was said to have been an admirer of the hero.
But Xia Lun had no recollection of her.
Aina bit her lip. "I’m sorry... Xia Lun, I..."
Xia Lun pulled her into his arms, pressing her cheek against his chest.
"Can you hear it?" he asked.
"Hear what?"
"The heartbeat you gave back to me."
Aina nodded.
"So there’s nothing to apologize for, Aina. My fate, my everything—you can decide it all," Xia Lun said softly, stroking her hair. "I just want you to know that I’m your husband. No matter what happens, I’ll always be on your side."
"Thank you... Xia Lun," Aina whispered.
"Those are my words to you," Xia Lun replied, kissing her forehead.
"Xia Lun... The truth is, you’ve lost your memories."
"Oh, really?"
"Your current memories aren’t complete. You’ve forgotten parts of your past," Aina said, her voice tinged with sorrow. "I’m sorry, Xia Lun. I’m so useless... I know those memories were precious to you... I couldn’t recover them. I didn’t want you to feel regret..."
Xia Lun closed his eyes, carefully sifting through his mind.
It was true—there were large gaps in his memory, blank spaces where he couldn’t recall anything, as if those moments had never existed.
Just like Olie City and Ankula... Xia Lun had no memory of them at all.
"We confirmed our relationship in 1816," Xia Lun suddenly said. "So that was my second time picking Dragonblood Flowers."
Aina blinked in confusion.
"Our first date was at the elven restaurant Liyana recommended—back when the team was still together."
"In 1818, I found out you were the Demon King."
"You accepted my proposal in 1819, the same year I defeated and sealed you away... That was also our first time... Well, you might get mad if I say more, but the look on your face was priceless. It really got me going."
"Aise was born in 1827..."
"In 1829, for our tenth anniversary, I gave you a mermaid’s gemstone necklace..."
"In 1839, for our twentieth anniversary, you took me to see the sunrise on the Winged Race’s floating islands. That was the happiest I’ve ever seen you smile..."
"1849..."
"...All of it. Every single important memory—I still remember them all. And it’s all thanks to you, Aina." Xia Lun kissed her lips again.
Aina’s tears were salty against his skin as he gently wiped them away, smiling.
"Thank you, Aina."
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
