"What a beautiful manor."
Luo Lun's gaze lingered on the neatly trimmed flowerbeds, the exquisite fountain, and the towering main residence in the distance, letting out a heartfelt sigh.
"Right, isn't it? I stayed here for a while back then." Mo Lini's tone was incredibly proud, as if the manor before them belonged to her.
Luo Lun strolled along the cobblestone path, curiously observing the humanoid magic puppets bustling about the garden. Their movements were precise and elegant. Occasionally, they would raise a hand, and with a flash of gentle blue light, low-tier water magic would accurately nourish the flowers at their feet like a fine drizzle. Everything seemed tranquil and beautiful.
But suddenly, Luo Lun stopped in her tracks, slightly stunned.
Her intuition told her that something was wrong.
It felt as if someone was secretly watching this place... but Luo Lun looked around and found nothing out of the ordinary.
Yet, this feeling of unease grew stronger and stronger in her heart.
There shouldn't be any danger here, right? Probably.
Besides, Mida was still by her side.
Looking at the Frost Demon King on her right, Luo Lun breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mida! You're here!" A crisp call rang out behind Luo Lun, startling her into a cold sweat instantly.
But when she turned around, there was still no one there.
"I'm here," Mida nodded.
Luo Lun watched as the air rippled, then was quietly lifted like a curtain, and a little girl with white hair and red eyes popped out from within.
Luo Lun's pupils shrank, but Mo Lini showed no reaction. She was long used to this; Aina and Xia Lun would also pop in and out of space like this.
"Has the master not returned?" Yisi's gaze swept the surroundings, but she did not spot the figures of those two.
"Father and mother will return later," Mida replied expressionlessly. The two little ones began to converse familiarly, exchanging words back and forth.
"And who is this? A newcomer?" Yisi's gaze shifted to Luo Lun. Luo Lun instantly felt as if she were being crushed by an invisible mountain, making even breathing difficult.
The power level of this person was also far beyond her comprehension.
"I'm not sure either. I don't dare to ask about mother's affairs," Mida shook her head.
Luo Lun didn't dare to interject a single word. Although the scene looked harmonious, she knew exactly how terrifying the two entities in front of her were.
"Miss Luo Lun is our friend!" Mo Lini answered loudly.
"Oh, is that so? There are many rooms in the manor, just find one to stay in," Yisi said casually.
For some reason, Luo Lun suddenly felt the surrounding pressure drop drastically, as if a stone weighing on her heart had vanished without a trace.
It was truly incredible.
Yisi then said eagerly, "Mida, let's have a fight!"
"No, I already fought with someone a few days ago," Mida shook her head.
"Eh? So sneaky, why didn't you call me when you were fighting?" Yisi's tone was full of complaint.
"Then do you dare to leave this place?" Mida retorted.
"Uh..." Yisi's momentum instantly deflated by half, and she scratched her head a little guiltily. "I don't dare... Master told me to watch over this place carefully."
"Besides, father and mother were there when I fought," Mida added.
"Then I definitely wouldn't dare." Yisi shook her little head like a rattle-drum.
Yisi then cast an envious look at Mida, "That's so nice, Mida. Master and the others treat you so well."
"Then have you ever been spanked by mother?" Mida glanced at Yisi.
Mida's words made Yisi freeze for a moment.
When she and Xia Lun first met, they did fight... but Aina, her aura alone suppressed her to the point of being unable to move.
Being spanked by her? That would be way too terrifying.
Yisi was no longer envious; she felt that she was doing quite fine as she was now.
"Right, where is that idiot elf? Where did she run off to?" Yisi suddenly realized someone was missing.
"Oh, she said she wouldn't be staying here tonight," Mo Lini said with a look of disdain.
...
"Satisfied now?" A lazy voice carried a hint of helplessness.
"Of course, my cute little lion."
"Heh." Delyan let out an ambiguous scoff. Wrapping herself in the thin blanket, she rolled over, her smooth back tracing a seductive curve in the dim light.
Liyana leaned against the edge of the bed. Realizing she didn't know how to smoke, she casually plucked a grape and popped it into her mouth.
"Isn't our relationship a bit too dirty?" Liyana looked at Delyan beside her and sighed, "I feel like breaking up would be the normal progression for us."
"Come on, we are all adults here," Delyan snorted softly. "Everyone has needs."
"That sounds so scummy. As expected of someone who can get tangled up with other women while her girlfriend is out," Liyana shook her head. "You really are an absolute scumbag of a woman."
"Hah, do you have any right to judge me?"
"I haven't touched a single woman while I've been out these past two years!" Liyana raised her hand, defending her reputation.
"And what about before? The number of women you've slept with is probably more than I've ever met." Delyan rolled her eyes at Liyana.
"That's a bit of an exaggeration," Liyana muttered softly. "Besides, it's not like everyone was willing..."
"Heh." Delyan let out another cold laugh.
"But at least I wouldn't hook up with other women when I have a girlfriend! You were too much, Delyan. You never even had me in your heart back then!" Liyana said with aggrieved heartache.
"But that female student who confessed to me was just so cute. Tell me, if it were you, could you have held back?" Delyan retorted, her voice growing louder as she spoke with self-righteous justification. "She was clearly so delicate and incredibly shy, yet she took the initiative and mustered the courage to confess her feelings to me... I really had no way to refuse her. Could you have rejected her feelings?!"
"Gah—" Liyana let out a strange cry and clutched her heart. "Alright... I understand you."
Delyan grabbed two glasses of wine and sat down next to Liyana.
After drinking, both of their faces were slightly flushed.
It was unclear who asked the question: "Continue?"
"Alright!"
The two delicate bodies entangled together again like vines.
Who knows how much time passed before the two of them, dripping with fragrant sweat, parted once more.
"Tell me... what exactly is our relationship now?" Liyana sat at the head of the bed, looking toward the window, gazing up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle... although the curtains were drawn, so she could only see its light-colored patterns.
Delyan stretched her graceful, supple figure: "Are you still going out adventuring after this?"
"Yeah, definitely." Liyana nodded. "I won't be staying here for long."
Delyan stretched lazily, her slender waist and full curves making Liyana gulp.
"Then we definitely won't be developing any sort of pure relationship."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.”
