In the end, Tang Keke's face flushed red. Looking at the action card in her hand, her little expression twisted in conflict for a moment before she whispered, "Then I'll just choose Truth?"
At this moment, Tang Keke couldn't quite understand. She had clearly drawn the King card, so why did she still end up being reduced to choosing Truth?
Was being the King really this frustrating?
"Is this King really a King?" Tang Keke asked, starting to suspect whether An Shiyu had tampered with something somewhere.
"What's the big deal? There are Kings who get beheaded. Did you see them say anything? The person involved didn't say much afterward," An Shiyi said casually.
Hearing this, Tang Keke thought it actually made a tiny bit of sense.
"Truth?" An Shiyu heard this, a half-smile playing on her face.
"Choosing Truth might not be as good as just speaking according to your action card."
Noticing An Shiyu's expression, Tang Keke's heart immediately started pounding. Was this girl going to ask some extremely private question?
Thinking carefully about it, everyone present was an acquaintance. Even if she just spoke according to the action card, it shouldn't be a big deal.
"I am... um, I am a sow," Tang Keke squeaked in a voice as quiet as a mosquito.
"Not loud enough, speak up," An Shiyu immediately added. "Hurry up and say loudly that you are a brainless sow as big as a slime."
"Why did the prefix get longer?!" Tang Keke's eyes widened instantly. Where did brainless come from?!
"Alright, let's leave it at that. What's said is said." Ye Shuang watched Tang Keke being bullied by the fish as usual, feeling a wave of familiarity. However, An Shiyu was just teasing Tang Keke. Soon, a new round of drawing cards began.
The few of them picked up their identity cards in turn. Ye Shuang glanced at the card in his hand, still a Commoner. When he looked up, An Shiyi picked up her card.
"I'm the King this time."
"Draw a card, my turn." An Shiyi picked up an action card. "Summoning the fat slime monster Tang Keke in defense position."
"..." Tang Keke looked speechless. She had figured it out: this An Shiyi was just a carbon copy of An Shiyu. Other than having longer hair, her tongue was even more venomous.
But when she looked closely, she realized An Shiyi was holding a Free Command card.
"Rigged!" Tang Keke immediately shouted. Why did Chao Yiyu get a Free Command card when she drew, but she herself got such weird action cards!
"Oh?" Seeing Tang Keke's reaction, An Shiyu waved her hand.
"Stop messing around. We were the last to draw, and it's not like the action cards weren't shuffled. So tell me, where is it rigged?"
Tang Keke racked her brains but ultimately couldn't figure out what the problem was. It seemed the two fish really hadn't cheated, after all, they had drawn their identity cards first.
"Hmm..." An Shiyi stroked her chin, saying with a delighted expression,
"Commoner No. 2 slaps Commoner No. 4 on the butt."
No. 2?
Hearing this, Ye Shuang glanced at his hand, which clearly read Commoner No. 2.
As for No. 4...
He looked around and finally realized that An Shiyu was actually No. 4.
An Shiyu also looked a bit surprised. After all, before the action card was announced, aside from the King's identity, the Commoners didn't know what numbers the others had.
"What's wrong? Scared of a spanking?" An Shiyi looked at An Shiyu's expression, propping her cheek on one hand and holding the action card between two fingers of the other.
"No backing out, you know."
An Shiyu: "..."
She looked at Ye Shuang, her eyes shifting slightly beneath her bangs, and then said, "It's just a spanking. Who are you looking down on?"
"Bring it on."
Seeing An Shiyu's posture, Ye Shuang found it a bit amusing, but he still told An Shiyi, "I refuse this action. Let's just do Truth instead."
"Oh?" An Shiyi heard this and glanced at An Shiyu. "If you refuse, both Commoners have to tell a Truth."
An Shiyu didn't speak, but for some reason, she felt inexplicably disappointed. Still, she clicked her tongue.
"Tch, I don't care."
"These are the Truth cards, pick one." An Shiyi brought out a new stack of cards.
Seeing this, Ye Shuang reached out and picked one up,
[How did your first time feel?]
Ye Shuang: "..."
What kind of weird question was this?
However, considering this was a game An Shiyu had brought, he kinda regretted not just going to hang up the laundry earlier. These two fish probably didn't have anything decent to offer.
"Ahem, does this first time refer to the first time experiencing something like eating good food at an amusement park?" Ye Shuang asked.
"No," An Shiyi said. "Sex."
Ye Shuang: "..."
Aren't you a bit too blunt?
He glanced at Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke next to him, who were also casting curious glances his way.
Ye Shuang could only say,
"It felt... it felt alright. It was good at first, but after doing it multiple times later on, I lacked the energy."
"Oh." An Shiyi intoned with a rising and falling pitch. She then looked at An Shiyu, "Your turn."
An Shiyu stayed silent for a few seconds before also drawing a card from the deck.
She revealed it,
[Who do you most want to have sex with?]
An Shiyu: "..."
She said expressionlessly, "With Uncle."
Perhaps because An Shiyu often said off-the-wall things, her words didn't surprise Tang Keke and the others at all. However, An Shiyu slightly lowered her head, her ears turning red.
"Oho, are you blushing?" An Shiyi tilted her head and leaned down to look at An Shiyu's face, her expression full of amusement.
The next second, An Shiyu punched her.
"No, I was just charging up my Haymaker," An Shiyu said expressionlessly, looking at the fist print on the other fish's cheek.
"Well then, let the game continue."
An Shiyi said, bearing the red mark on her face.
Ye Shuang: "..."
You really are going all out.
The identity cards were dealt once again. This time, Bai Yuyou drew the King card and showed it.
"Me, King."
Then, her beautiful eyes looked toward the action cards. Beside her, Tang Keke looked excited, "You got this, Yuyou! Draw a Free Action card."
Hearing this, Bai Yuyou nodded.
She picked up a card.
[Any one person kisses another person]
"Oooohhhh!" Tang Keke immediately got excited. "Yuyou!"
Seeing it, Bai Yuyou realized a problem,
She didn't know what number Ye Shuang was.
But there were four people present, which meant the probability of picking Ye Shuang was one in four.
"That's a problem," Tang Keke pondered.
Who knew that at this moment, Bai Yuyou would just look directly at Ye Shuang. "Ye Shuang, what's your number?"
"Huh?" Ye Shuang replied subconsciously. "Commoner No. 3."
"Commoner No. 3 kisses the King," Bai Yuyou said immediately.
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?"
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.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
