The next day.
Xu Mo woke up early.
He hadn’t slept all night.
Xu Mo couldn’t understand why the protagonist, Lin Fan, had managed to dig his own grave step by step.
From the moment Xu Mo had been reborn until now,
the Crooked-mouthed Dragon King had never had a single day where he didn’t mess things up.
Letting things slide?
Xu Mo had practically drained the entire ocean.
And as for the protagonist, Lin Fan,
he was a complete failure.
First, he botched things with Shen Manni, the female lead.
He could’ve just stayed as a security guard, relying on his luck as the chosen one,
and slowly gotten closer to Shen Manni.
But no, he was given the chance and still couldn’t make it work!!!
There was also another important point.
It wasn’t entirely the Crooked-mouthed Dragon King’s fault.
The female leads in this life had inexplicably changed.
It was strange.
They seemed almost eager to throw themselves at him.
Xu Mo wasn’t sure if Lin Fan was destined to be cuckolded,
or if it was something else.
As for the other female leads,
they had all become inexplicably different.
Another reason Xu Mo had become so sentimental
was the influence of Zhou Qiaoqiao!!!
As the saying goes, one night together creates a bond that lasts a hundred days.
These past few days,
though the female demon hadn’t been spouting sweet nothings,
her actions had been incredibly thoughtful and warm.
Xu Mo’s usual composure, unshaken even in the face of a collapsing mountain,
had crumbled under the barrage of her charm.
What shocked Xu Mo the most was that
he had actually started to feel like he didn’t want to go back.
A single night of passion was worth a thousand pieces of gold, and from then on, the emperor would no longer attend morning court.
On one side was rationality, and on the other was emotion.
People always talk about rationality because they’ve never been in the situation themselves.
When it happens to you, and you’re the one caught in the drama,
staying rational becomes a load of nonsense.
Emotion takes the lead.
Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, surprise, grief, and longing are all emotional states.
To err is human.
Xu Mo was human, not a saint.
In short,
Xu Mo’s current situation
was similar to his previous life.
He could act as a good actor or director without any emotional attachment.
But in this life,
everything had changed.
He was caught in the game.
“Maybe I should sleep in a separate room from the female demon for a while?”
Xu Mo suddenly had this thought.
Leaving aside everything else,
his own damn system was being utterly unreasonable.
His stamina had been boosted to insane levels.
He wasn’t tired, but the female demon would be.
Xu Mo chuckled and dismissed the thought.
He took the Dragon Queen to work.
Today was the day Zhou Qiaoqiao officially took over as the head of the Zhou family,
becoming the top decision-maker.
There were only a handful of votes against her, and those were likely cast against their conscience.
The rest were all in favor.
Xu Mo’s state of mind had changed.
The female demon’s mindset had also shifted.
In the past, she had been obsessed with power,
believing that only by holding it in her hands could it be truly hers.
But now,
her attitude had completely changed.
She just wanted to have a small family,
raise children,
and devote her energy to them.
Because the achievements she had wanted,
Xu Mo had already helped her attain.
Namely, the purchase of oil bonds,
which had made her famous overnight.
It was something unprecedented and unlikely to be repeated.
Even the world-renowned stock market guru couldn’t help but exclaim that it was a miracle!
She decided to lay low for a while.
After Zhou Qiaoqiao returned home and secured her power,
she handed the daily operations over to Zhou Rongguang.
She would stay behind the scenes, occasionally offering advice when needed.
Back to Xu Mo.
In the office, it was just Xu Mo and the Dragon Queen.
Xu Mo didn’t know what was wrong with him today.
He felt completely unmotivated to do anything.
The Crooked-mouthed Dragon King’s base of operations was gone,
which meant that when conflicts arose in the future,
Lin Fan would no longer have the main force to devour the Xu family.
This meant his power was waning.
In the short term,
trying to cultivate loyal followers who would sacrifice their lives for him at any moment
was nothing but a pipe dream.
Sure, you could buy crazy people to fight for you with money.
But then again,
even the best can slip up.
These crazies could just as easily betray you for money.
Xu Mo looked at An Youyi, who was beside him, and fell into deep thought.
Today, An Youyi was still wearing a black women’s suit,
with her hair tied up in a ponytail,
giving off a very professional vibe.
The Dragon Queen’s looks were undeniably stunning,
and her figure was equally impressive.
She worked out regularly,
so how could her body be anything less than perfect?
What made Xu Mo hesitate the most was:
[The Crooked-mouthed Dragon King had played himself. How could he be so incompetent? His own people betrayed him. Serves him right!! It must’ve been because he didn’t pay them enough, and they felt unappreciated. What a fool. He should’ve just---------paid them more.]
[The hope of going home is slim!!! Damn system, you’ve been ignoring me, and I’m getting really annoyed.]
[Forget following this plot!!!]
[From today on, I’m rebelling against that idiot.]
“Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the advanced level of the ancient martial art, Baji Quan.”
Pfft------------
Xu Mo was just thinking this
when he heard the system’s reward notification.
He couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
Before he could think too much about it,
a warm sensation spread from his dantian to every part of his body.
At the same time,
An Youyi’s eyes widened slightly.
Her delicate eyebrows seemed to furrow for the first time.
The Dragon Queen looked at Xu Mo with a somewhat dumbfounded expression.
Xu Mo felt An Youyi’s gaze on him,
and the fighting spirit that had just risen in him quickly dissipated.
[Damn!! I almost forgot about this killing machine.]
[I can take a beating, but the people around me are all delicate. They can’t handle the Dragon Queen’s wrath!]
[It’s fine if I die, but my family can’t be harmed!]
[Maybe I should find a way to take her down?]
[She’s human too, right? She can bleed, can’t she?]
[Damn, or maybe I should ambush her?]
[Sigh---------forget ambushing her. After all, she’s been with me for so long.]
[Maybe I should just fire her and let her go.]
[I’ll bear all the pain myself.]
[The Crooked-mouthed Dragon King is too stupid. I might as well rebel.]
[The Dragon Queen is powerful, but I can probably handle her. At worst, I’ll die----wait, what is she doing??!]
Xu Mo was startled.
When he came back to his senses,
An Youyi had already moved close to him.
The two were now very close.
An Youyi’s bright eyes were locked onto Xu Mo’s.
Even though she wasn’t wearing any perfume,
there was a faint, indescribable fragrance about her.
An Youyi’s beautiful lips parted slightly.
And for the first time, Xu Mo saw the Dragon Queen show a different expression.
It was like-------------a smile???
“Do you want to kill Lin Fan? I’ll help you.”
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saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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?"
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?"
