The two of them walked one after the other into the urban village.
Beside them were narrow alleys, and overhead, crisscrossing power lines hung like spiderwebs. The air was a mix of the aroma of cooking food and a hint of dampness.
It felt like a completely different world from the spacious and brightly lit streets outside.
Over the past few days, Lin Mo had been taking her wandering all over the place, so Ning Qingcheng had long lost her initial unfamiliarity with this kind of grassroots environment.
Her steps were steady, easily avoiding the puddles on the ground and the oncoming bicycles. Her pant legs did not catch a single stain. That innate noble elegance seemed out of place amidst the surrounding noise, yet it blended in strangely well.
Lin Mo led Ning Qingcheng, opening a door and heading straight upstairs.
"Where is this?" Ning Qingcheng's small leather shoes stepped on the patterned stone steps, making crisp tapping sounds as she looked around curiously.
"The place where I usually live." Lin Mo did not stop walking. "From now on, from Sunday to Thursday, you will live here too."
"What about the weekends?"
"That depends on whether you want to go back or stay here."
The little girl immediately raised her small chin, a hint of unaccustomed pride in her tone. "Then I will definitely go back."
"Is that so?" Lin Mo chuckled lightly and said no more.
He walked upstairs, returned to the door of his rented apartment, and took out his keys to open it.
When the door opened, Ning Qingcheng stood at the entrance, poking her head in to look.
"So during regular school days, I have to live here?" Ning Qingcheng's small face didn't show any resistance or disgust.
Even though this place was obviously much smaller than Lin Mo's home and only had one room.
Lin Mo nodded with feigned seriousness. "Yeah, right here."
He pointed to the one-and-a-half-meter single bed. "The bed is mine. You can just sleep on the floor. It's summer anyway, so it won't be cold."
Ning Qingcheng's eyes widened instantly.
Sleep on the floor?
Make her share a room with a boy? And she had to sleep on the floor?
This was simply...
The little girl's cheeks flushed bright red. For a moment, she didn't know whether to be angry or to find it absurd.
She looked up at her senior brother. "I am your junior sister, you know."
Seeing her like this, Lin Mo finally couldn't help but laugh out loud and reached out to close the door.
"I was just teasing you. This is where I live."
He turned around and continued walking upstairs. "As for your place, we have to see if Aunt Zheng has any empty rooms left."
Ning Qingcheng froze in place. After realizing what happened, she stomped her foot angrily, quickly followed him, and muttered softly, "Boring!"
She was one hundred percent sure that this senior brother of hers was a demon with a terrible taste in jokes!
Lin Mo had already informed them in advance, so Aunt Zheng and Xie Yuling were both at home.
He knocked on the door.
"Aunt Zheng! Yuling!"
Inside the house, Xie Yuling, who was sitting on the sofa reading a book, involuntarily curled her lips into a smile when she heard the voice.
She put down her book and walked briskly to the door, her divine sense having already seen the two people behind it.
As soon as the door opened, Ning Qingcheng saw the beautiful and gentle older sister from that day.
Lin Mo directly patted the back of the little girl's head.
"Say hello to your big sister."
Ning Qingcheng covered the spot where she was patted and glared at Lin Mo, but she still turned to Xie Yuling and called out earnestly, "Hello, big sister."
Her voice was crisp, carrying a bit of reluctance, which only made her look even more adorable.
Xie Yuling had already raised her hand and lightly smacked Lin Mo's arm.
"Don't bully the child."
She gave Lin Mo a reproachful look, then bent down and reached out her hand to Ning Qingcheng, her smile so gentle it could melt snow and ice.
"Come, let's go inside. Just ignore him."
Ning Qingcheng hesitated for a moment, then placed her small hand into that warm, large hand.
Her intuition told her that she could trust Xie Yuling.
A wave of warmth traveled up from her palm. As she was led through the door by Xie Yuling, she didn't forget to turn her head and shoot Lin Mo a triumphant look.
With that, Xie Yuling had already pulled Ning Qingcheng inside.
Lin Mo helplessly rubbed his nose and followed them in.
"Little Mo is here."
Zheng Yuan, wearing an apron, walked out of the kitchen wiping her hands. An enthusiastic smile hung on her face, making her look just like an NPC who always spawned punctually in the kitchen.
"This child must be your cousin, right? She's so cute."
"Yes, Aunt Zheng."
Lin Mo pursed his lips toward Ning Qingcheng. "Greet her. This is Aunt Zheng."
"Hello, Aunt Zheng." Ning Qingcheng immediately gave a slight bow.
"Oh my, no need for that, child."
Zheng Yuan took Ning Qingcheng's hand and made her sit down next to her. That level of affection actually made Lin Mo stare blankly for a moment.
But it made sense. Lin Mo had explained some of the situation beforehand, especially the part about her parents being dead. Zheng Yuan truly felt heartache for her.
"Oh dear, Little Mo, your timing is really unfortunate."
Zheng Yuan sighed with feigned regret. "All the rooms here have been rented out. There isn't a single one left."
For some reason, Ning Qingcheng's clear eyes instantly dimmed a little, and she subconsciously looked toward Lin Mo.
Originally, she thought she wouldn't care about these things, but she had genuinely felt the warmth Aunt Zheng gave her.
Lin Mo was also taken aback for a moment, but he didn't think much of it. At worst, he could just settle Ning Qingcheng in the house where Liu Zheng and the others used to live.
Yes, the very house from which Ning Qingcheng had been abducted.
"However, our own home still has an empty room."
Zheng Yuan's gaze swept over Ning Qingcheng, her heart aching more the longer she looked. Her eyes were practically looking at her own child. "This child is so well-behaved. How about she doesn't rent outside and just lives here with Auntie!"
Saying so, she gently patted the back of Ning Qingcheng's hand and asked softly, "Child, what is your name?"
Ning Qingcheng was somewhat overwhelmed by this sudden enthusiasm. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and her voice was quiet. "I... My name is Ning Qingcheng."
"Qingcheng, what a beautiful name." Zheng Yuan continued gently, "Then Auntie will call you Qingcheng from now on, is that okay?"
Ning Qingcheng nodded obediently.
Seeing this, Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief, but still added uneasily, "Aunt Zheng, won't this be too much trouble? This child... how should I put it, she lacks a lot of basic life skills."
"What trouble!"
Zheng Yuan waved her hand dismissively, completely unbothered. "Whatever she lacks, we can just teach her! Besides, Qingcheng is a big girl now. There are some things that are inconvenient for a grown man like you to teach. It's perfect for Auntie to do it."
These words struck a chord in Lin Mo's heart.
As a grown man, there were indeed many inconveniences. Leaving Ning Qingcheng with the experienced Aunt Zheng, with Xie Yuling acting as an older sister on the side, was much better than having her follow him around, no matter how he looked at it.
Now, he could finally put his mind completely at ease.
After all, Aunt Zheng had quite a bit of experience raising a daughter. Entrusting Ning Qingcheng to her, along with Xie Yuling, meant the girl surely wouldn't be raised poorly.
Once the decision was made, Zheng Yuan called everyone to eat.
A large table full of dishes.
It was safe to say that most of them were things Ning Qingcheng had never eaten before.
Faced with unfamiliar dishes, Ning Qingcheng ate them with great delight.
However, she still maintained the elegance taught by the Ning family. She didn't pick at the food randomly and happily accepted the food that Zheng Yuan and Xie Yuling placed in her bowl.
This delicate, jade-like, and well-behaved appearance made Zheng Yuan like her very much.

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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.

e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"

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.”