Xu Fuqiang's face went rigid.
What the heck?
It wasn't his own little rascal who brought this?
Acting generously with someone else's gift, huh?!
Xu Fuqiang's face grew even darker.
What was wrong with learning anything else? Why this?
His hand instinctively reached for his Seven Wolves belt.
This little rascal was better off gone.
Saves him from embarrassing the Xu family name in the future.
The root of the problem was little Xu Mo being dishonest!!
Zhang Hong froze for a moment, looking surprised at Xu Mo.
"Xiao Mo, it really wasn't you?"
Xu Mo spouted nonsense with a straight face: "It wasn't me!!!!! Absolutely not me!!!!"
His expression and tone were as sincere as could be.
He then added, "It was someone named Lin Fan."
Everyone was shocked.
Especially Zhang Hong, Zhang Tianhao, and Xu Mo's parents.
They had no idea who this Lin Fan was.
【Cousin, stop messing around. Show your elder cousin some face and don't say it was me!!】
【It was clearly Lin Fan who gave it, how can you say it was me?】
【I saw the Female Dragon King hand the dog-skin plaster to you with my own eyes】
【And the innocent, naive, somewhat silly Female Dragon King—what bad intentions could she possibly have?】
【She wouldn't sell out her old boss Lin Fan, would she?】
Xu Mo was utterly speechless.
But he still silently gave himself a thumbs up for his cleverness.
What was there to fear?
Xu Mo had an alibi.
Zhang Naixi hadn't noticed him at that time.
As for An Youyi betraying him?
Come on.
She was on the Dragon King Hall side.
She was super brave, okay?
She was too busy plotting against him to have any spare time to help him out.
Xu Mo’s explanation sounded quite convincing.
But in reality, it was the exact opposite.
All the female protagonists could hear his inner thoughts.
"Hehehe-------------------------Grandpa, my cousin just likes to joke around, don't take it to heart."
Zhang Naixi said with a smile.
She started explaining for Xu Mo.
"Ah?? Is that so??"
Zhang Hong was stunned.
“Yes!!!!” Zhang Naixi smiled even brighter, looking at the other female leads.
"Right?"
The women all nodded and shared their opinions.
"Indeed, Xu Mo is great in every way, but sometimes he loves to make over-the-top jokes, like saying he doesn't like me. Actually, he loves me very much!"
"The last time Xu Mo said he didn't love me was, well, the last time."
"What are you talking about? Can we not steer the topic in a weird direction?"
It's time to get married.
Xu Mo is getting married.
The bride isn't them.
Now Xu Mo's parents are here.
Even if they can't become Xu Mo's bride.
They still want to annoy Zhou Qiaoqiao a bit.
And make their feelings known.
To show their determination.
Xu Fuqiang and Su Ting were utterly dumbfounded again.
Being old married couples, a single glance was enough to know what the other was thinking.
Xu Fuqiang: Is this still my son? When did he become so popular?
Su Ting: If he's not your son, whose son could he be? Old Xu, our son has talent—isn't that something to be happy about? With our family's condition, we could raise as many grandchildren as we want. Why don't we loosen up a bit? Let the Xu family say goodbye to the one-line tradition of misery?
Xu Fuqiang: Hmph-----tui!!!! Cheap--cough cough cough----you’re letting him run wild like this, what will society think of us?
I absolutely disagree!!! I absolutely disagree!!!
Su Ting: Why don't you take a second wife then?
Xu Fuqiang: That's terrible---------a good fart!!! I, Xu Fuqiang, am not that kind of person.
Zhang Hong's expression was a bit odd.
This atmosphere was so awkward!!!!
The Xu family's kid really had skills!!!!
Looking at Zhang family's younger generation.
If they could be half as capable as Xu Mo.
The Zhang family wouldn't have to worry about declining numbers.
"Little rascal, if that dog-skin plaster was your doing, just admit it honestly!"
Xu Fuqiang said, with a furious expression.
He was getting anxious.
You've already shown your hand.
Do you really think you can take it back?
You can't take back spilled water.
Cough cough cough---------------
Under various pressures.
Xu Mo gave a bitter smile and reluctantly admitted it.
Yet he couldn't figure out why An Youyi didn't follow his script.
When it came time to act,
she didn't play along.
Why?!?!?!
Soon...
Xu Mo figured out the reason.
It was all because of this Crooked-mouthed Dragon King.
In the distance.
Lin Fan's face was dark as he glared viciously at them.
Especially at Xu Mo!!!!
This Xu Mo was utterly despicable.
Pretending to bestow a fateful opportunity.
In reality.
Using the excuse of offering a fateful opportunity.
To test An Youyi.
Fortunately, An Youyi was no ordinary person—she was the world's top assassin.
She had noticed Xu Mo.
Otherwise, it would have been exposed by now.
"Damn it!!!! You despicable playboy, how dare you toy with me!!!!"
"All these things should have been mine, why?! Why do you have them?"
"You don't deserve them!!!! You don't deserve them!!!!"
"You shameless traitor, you’re so devious, utterly detestable."
Lin Fan thought darkly, his face twisted.
If Xu Mo hadn't interfered.
Maybe he would have already been brought to Zhang Hong by Zhang Naixi.
And analyzed Zhang Hong's condition, treating it to gain favor.
Everything would have been so natural.
Not exaggerating in the slightest.
Lin Fan believed that he might have been able to take things further with Zhang Naixi.
After all, once you gain the family's approval.
Trying to get close to the person.
With the parents not objecting.
Isn't it half the battle won?
"Holy crap!!!! The nerve!!!!!"
"How is it that you're everywhere!!!!!"
"Was all of this part of your planned scheme again?"
Xu Mo's thoughts were racing.
Before long.
He realized a serious issue.
That he had stumbled upon.
An Youyi’s conversation with Lin Fan.
Damn it!!!!!!
No matter how well he planned.
In the end, he messed it up himself.
It was a masterstroke of disaster!!!!
If he hadn't shown up there.
The Female Dragon King wouldn't have been so cautious.
But since Xu Mo was a witness, the situation was different.
The Female Dragon King wouldn’t dare betray Lin Fan in front of him, would she?
Pretending to betray him.
In reality, stealthily advancing her own agenda.
To dispel Xu Mo's suspicion.
Xu Mo thought more and more tiredly.
He really wanted to sit down with An Youyi and go over the script.
To prove himself.
That he was the kind of brainless antagonist.
One who gets betrayed by his own people and still counts their money for them.
Not the cunning antagonist.
Who plots step by step.
Trying to usurp the protagonist's role.
Could you look at him and even think that?
Good night, folks~~~~~
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.”
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?"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
