Xia Lun threw punches at the head of the bed. The shadows of his fists were so fast they couldn't be caught by the naked eye; at first glance, it looked as if Xia Lun's arms had completely disappeared.
Just a daily workout.
After finishing his exercise, Xia Lun fell straight back onto the bed.
"Want to continue?" Xia Lun turned his head and whispered into Aina's ear. Aina immediately shook her head like a rattle drum.
Xia Lun stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. "I wonder how little Mida is doing."
"She's doing very well," Aina said. "Eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating. She's about to turn into a chubby little dragon."
Xia Lun chuckled. "How do you know?"
"Did you forget? My bloodline flows through Mida's veins. Of course I know."
Only then did Xia Lun remember that when Aina saved Mida from the hands of the Fictional Truth, she had converted Mida's bloodline.
And Aina, as the progenitor of the vampires... could sense the condition of all her kin.
"But Mida still doesn't know that I can monitor her at any time." A hint of a smile appeared on Aina's lips. "Even now, she still doesn't understand why I catch her every time she sneaks a snack."
"Aina, you're too wicked... Mida has grown up, you should respect the child's privacy." Xia Lun gave Aina's backside a smack, producing a crisp sound. "That was on Mida's behalf."
Stare—
Aina's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Smack—" Xia Lun gave her another backhand slap, sending ripples across her curves. "You got a problem with that?"
Xia Lun lay hopelessly tied to the bed by magical chains while Aina tickled him mercilessly.
"Xia Lun, a person shouldn't be too arrogant."
"Alright, I get it."
"Are you thinking about getting back at me later?"
Xia Lun revealed a harmless smile. "You actually guessed right."
"So should I hit you harder now, or show weakness and beg you to let me go?"
"The latter, of course."
"Then will you let me go later?" Aina crawled up in front of Xia Lun, her silver hair cascading onto his chest as she met his gaze.
"No."
"Then why should I let you go now?"
"If you dare to do that... Aina, I promise, you're going to look very miserable later."
"How miserable?"
"The kind where your sweat and tears mix together, and you can't even utter a single word."
Xia Lun clearly felt Aina's body stiffen on top of him.
"Xia Lun, are you threatening me?"
"No, I'm reminding you."
Aina's gaze sharpened at first, then slowly softened. She gently stroked Xia Lun's cheek. "Xia Lun, stop letting your imagination run wild. You are my most beloved husband, how could I bear to hit you?"
"Heh."
"Alright, I'm tired too. Let's sleep." Aina grabbed a corner of the blanket beside them and pulled it over.
"Wait, Aina..."
"What is it?"
"The binding magic on me..."
"Asleep, do not disturb."
Aina rested her head on Xia Lun's arm and closed her eyes.
...
"Xia Lun, looking at you, did you not sleep well last night?"
Liyana couldn't help but ask when she saw Xia Lun looking so listless.
Aina, on the other hand, didn't seem to have cramped toes.
"It's nothing, I'm just not used to sleeping in the bed here," Xia Lun casually made up an excuse.
When sleeping last night, he hadn't been able to take any advantage of Aina... It was a bit of a pity.
"Is that so? That's quite rare..." Liyana looked at Aina and Xia Lun with a strange expression, but couldn't find anything unusual on their faces.
Mo Lini came out of her room, yawning.
With Luo Lun joining them... Liyana finally wouldn't shamelessly insist on sleeping in the same room as her.
After all, if Liyana wanted to sleep with Mo Lini, Luo Lun would definitely fight for the right to sleep with Mo Lini too.
Since the three of them couldn't fit into one bed, they simply separated, each taking their own room.
Mo Lini had already changed into the fur coat she bought yesterday. She was wrapped up thickly all over, fluffy and looking like a round penguin.
"Right, should we go buy the doggies next?" Mo Lini suddenly looked up and asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
She was, naturally, referring to the snow wolf dogs used for pulling sleds.
If they wanted to venture deep into the Snow Realm, mounts like snow wolf dogs or reindeer-like snowfield beasts of burden were essential.
Yesterday, while strolling around after buying clothes at the market, they had already gone to look at the animal vendors. The snow wolf dogs, covered in white fluff, instantly captured the girls' hearts.
"It's a bit of a pity, Mo Lini, but we might not need them anymore," Aina slowly spoke.
"Eh? Why? Are we not going to the Snow Realm anymore?" Mo Lini was slightly taken aback.
"Because someone will be coming to pick us up very soon." Aina looked up at the cloudless, pale sky, which blended with the distant snowfields, making it impossible to distinguish the boundary line.
Mo Lini looked a bit disappointed.
"Snow wolf dogs are hard to raise once they leave the snowfields, so we would have had to release them later anyway." Liyana patted Mo Lini's shoulder to comfort her.
However, speaking of Xia Lun and the others' acquaintances in the Snow Realm...
No way...
Liyana felt like she was about to have her horizons broadened once again.
"Mother, you've returned."
A tiny figure hugged Aina's waist from behind, nuzzling against her back.
"Mhm." Aina nodded.
"Father."
Mida then went over to give Xia Lun a hug.
"Long time no see." Xia Lun smiled and rubbed Mida's head.
The Snow Realm was Mida's territory. From the moment they stepped into the Snow Realm, Mida had sensed their presence.
Mo Lini looked at Mida, who was even smaller than herself, in great shock. Xia Lun and Aina already had a child?
"Adopted daughter," Liyana explained beside Mo Lini, clearly seeing her confusion.
A sense of crisis suddenly rose in Mo Lini's heart.
"Don't worry, the status of mascot belongs solely to you." Liyana saw through her again with a glance. "This child won't be going on adventures with us either."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
