12 o'clock at night.
Xu Mo rubbed his slightly sore eyes and took his pajamas out of the room.
Heading towards the bathroom.
Upon reaching the bathroom door, he found that the lights were on inside.
"Is someone still up at this hour?"
Xu Mo was puzzled, and just as he turned to go downstairs to take a bath.
Bang!
The door was pushed open from the inside!
The person inside was none other than An Youyi.
White mist swirled around her, her long hair wet.
Her beautiful face was tinged with two rosy blushes from just having bathed.
She was so beautiful that words couldn't describe it.
However, Xu Mo wasn't particularly impressed by this deadly poisonous rose.
"Finished washing? Then I'll go in and wash."
Xu Mo smiled.
He didn't consider himself a gentleman or a Liu Xiahui.
The bathroom door was already open.
Why go through the trouble of going downstairs to wash?
That would be like taking off your pants to fart, unnecessarily complicating things.
"Mm." An Youyi turned around, her loose pajamas revealing a great "career line."
She reached into the old clothes basket, seemingly grabbing something.
Then, in Xu Mo's bewildered gaze,
she stuffed the item into his hands.
It was still warm, with a soft, pleasant texture.
"Help me wash this." An Youyi said, and then left directly.
Xu Mo's eyelids twitched, "Hey, Youyi, if you have clothes to wash, just throw them in the washing machine!"
"Hand washing is cleaner."
An Youyi looked back at him, her expression calm.
Xu Mo was speechless.
He wasn't a servant!
She could ask Aunt Li or the others for help!
It seems there are many things to instruct the female dragon king about tomorrow!
That guide, Xu Shi, isn't reliable at all!
Xu Mo was about to say something else when
An Youyi walked away.
Family status -1
"This damn life can't go on like this!"
Xu Mo was very frustrated.
But then he thought, isn't this also a good thing?
This means.
His death is not far away!
"Should I set off fireworks to celebrate tomorrow?"
Xu Mo's face showed a gleeful smile.
He subconsciously grabbed the clothes An Youyi asked him to wash.
Xu Mo's face darkened, feeling a bad premonition.
Opening it up,
he instantly stood there dumbfounded.
It was a cotton underwear with a small bear pattern▼(๑¯㉨¯๑).
Damn!
This is outrageous!
Who would believe that the world's top assassin wears this?
Xu Mo knew An Youyi had a natural airhead attribute.
But this is too unpredictable!
Even asking Xu Shi to help wash would be better.
Why ask him, a big man, to do it?
"Wash your own damn thing!"
Xu Mo gritted his teeth and threw the item aside.
Using this to test the villain?
Which villain can't withstand such a test?
What does being the top assassin give him the right to order him around?
He····tui·····
Suddenly, a voice came from behind.
"Xu Mo, I forgot to tell you, if you can't resist and use it for something strange, remember to wash it clean."
"Mm, use warm water."
Xu Mo was startled, his heart skipping a beat!
Are you here to poop?
Is it fun to scare people in the middle of the night?
"Ahem... You came back just to tell me this?"
Xu Mo looked at her incredulously.
An Youyi's expression was calm, tilting her head, "Otherwise? Is there anything else?"
Xu Mo felt a lump in his throat.
He restrained the urge to spit out that lump of blood.
He glared at her and said,
"Wash it yourself!"
"Finished talking?"
"Y-yes, finished."
"Oh."
An Youyi turned and left.
Leaving Xu Mo alone in the bathroom, in chaos.
Damn it!
As expected, he was right before!
Xu Shi really brought home a female overlord!
Out of control!
He's the villain, not a servant, understand?
Bang------
He slammed the bathroom door shut.
Xu Mo still wasn't reassured and locked it completely.
Even if the door couldn't withstand the twenty-plus years of martial arts prowess of the female dragon king.
But it's better than nothing.
Xu Mo took a shower while considering whether to replace all the bathroom doors in the house.
With specially made metal steel doors.
A cultured dragon king is easy to guard against.
A uncultured female dragon king is hard to guard against.
Because the female dragon king doesn't follow reason, let alone dragon virtue!
The previous plot was physical damage.
Now it's become magical soul damage.
A critical hit.
Xu Mo had read a lot of novels.
Tonight's shitty plot of washing underwear.
Makes him feel like he's the real dragon king.
Oh no.
A brainless pig-eating-tiger, door-to-door son-in-law novel.
The mother-in-law and wife look down on him.
Then throw underwear at his face and shout.
'You useless thing! My daughter is naturally beautiful, how could she marry someone like you, a poor wretch! Wash it clean, or don't eat dinner, get out of my house!'
Humiliating!
Too damn humiliating!
Xu Mo bathed in tears.
As for that underwear▼?
Sorry!
He would rather die than wash it.
Leave it for Aunt Li to deal with tomorrow.
As for changing the iron door.
Xu Mo just thought about it casually.
If he really changed it, it would be a giveaway.
The next morning.
Xu Mo pulled An Youyi aside.
Together with Aunt Li, they held an important three-way meeting!
Just as Xu Shi, who was downstairs, saw them!
Xu Shi felt Xu Mo had ulterior motives!
So she forcefully inserted herself.
Into their conversation.
Xu Mo had given Xu Shi a chance.
Like a little girl.
She didn't listen!
So Xu Mo didn't care.
If you want to listen, then listen!
Don't block your ears.
Then Xu Mo solemnly instructed Aunt Li to wash the underwear▼.
And told An Youyi to be more self-aware.
Hand these things over to Aunt Li to manage.
Or put a special collection box outside the bathroom.
Whenever she finishes bathing, put these clothes inside.
The next day.
Aunt Li can take them to wash.
Aunt Li and An Youyi didn't think much of it.
Xu Mo also thought it was a small matter.
Only Xu Shi blushed and was furious, insisting on chasing Xu Mo for a beating.
And then there was nothing.
When it comes to running away with a bucket.
Xu Mo was good at it.
He didn't eat breakfast and drove away directly.
Today's reason was special.
Xu Mo didn't have extra time to drive a four-wheeler.
But he rode his beloved Ducati motorcycle.
There would never be traffic jams on the road.
Ignoring Xu Shi's shouting behind him.
"Xu Mo, if you have the guts, don't come home tonight!"
"If you dare to come back, you're dead!"
Seeing that she couldn't catch up, Xu Shi pouted in frustration.
Her delicate face was flushed.
It seemed she was very angry.
At this moment, An Youyi came out.
"Should I help you teach him a lesson?"
Hmm?
What kind of international joke is this.
An Jie, are you sure you won't beat my brother to death?
Xu Shi shook her little head, forcing a smile.
"No need, no need, by the way, An Jie, don't go to the company today."
"I'll take you shopping for some clothes."
"Mm." An Youyi nodded without refusal.
Last night's pajamas were still wearing Su Ting's, cough cough···wearing Su Ting's
Originally wanted to wear Xu Shi's.
But found the size was seriously mismatched.
Whether it was height, or other aspects!
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ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
