Not daring to linger on the battlefield, Lin Yu hurriedly got out of bed and went into the bathroom to wash up, avoiding a second round of the great war.
After all, his quota for today had already been promised elsewhere.
If he continued to indulge himself here with Xia Muzhu, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to deliver when he saw Qingmo tonight!
Moreover, judging from the plots in adult manga, Qingmo was not someone to be trifled with.
To deal with her, it was better for him to conserve his strength.
After taking a shower, Lin Yu put on his clothes and went to the dining room to have breakfast.
No, wait.
Lin Yu looked down at the time on his phone screen.
This should be considered lunch.
Thinking this, Lin Yu took a bite of a warm fried egg.
In a short while, Xia Muzhu also finished washing up. She came to the dining room, sat beside Lin Yu, and shared this lunch with him.
After lunch, Xia Muzhu had to go to the hospital to visit Xia Yueshan.
Although Xia Yueshan was under the care of the best doctors, nurses, and caregivers, he still needed her.
The doctors had already explained Xia Yueshan's condition.
In the short term, there was a high chance he would wake up.
But if he didn't wake up within three months, his chances of regaining consciousness would gradually decrease.
If he couldn't wake up after a year, then the possibility of him ever waking up in his lifetime would be very slim.
Therefore, he needed someone close to accompany him.
To talk to him, to awaken and stimulate his brain so that he could wake up faster.
After Xia Muzhu left, Lin Yu was in no rush to see Qingmo, so he lazily lounged around Xia Muzhu's house.
While lying on the sofa playing on his phone for a bit, a message suddenly popped up at the top of the screen.
A Spray of Wave: Haji-Yu.
A Spray of Wave: Where have you been yawning lately?
A Spray of Wave: You're not even coming to class.
A Spray of Wave: Were you taken in as a top disciple by the Yawning Immortal to wander the world?
A Spray of Wave: When the time comes, don't forget to teach your bro the ultimate three-combo yawn technique.
Seeing the Haji-speak sent by Wave, Lin Yu couldn't hold back his laughter.
666.
This damn fluff-teasing troll.
Jokes aside, Lin Yu could tell he was worried about him and was checking in on his current situation.
After all, calculating the days, the university's midterm exams were supposed to be in these couple of days. Since he was nowhere to be seen, his friend was definitely getting anxious.
Lin Yu thought for a moment and quickly knew how to reply to him.
Long Aotian: Haji-Hua...
Long Aotian: Run!
Long Aotian: The Yawning Immortal is just a lie...
Long Aotian: I have now been refined into a human cauldron by that monster.
Long Aotian: Every day my life force is being squeezed dry by three beautiful Haji-beauties.
Long Aotian: Haji-Hua.
Long Aotian: Run away...
Long Aotian: This is... the... cat... teasing... zone...
A Spray of Wave: ...
A Spray of Wave: Can you speak human?
Long Aotian: You were the one who started speaking Haji-speak.
A Spray of Wave: What are you doing right now?
A Spray of Wave: Exams are tomorrow, aren't you coming back?
Long Aotian: I can't go back.
Long Aotian: I have some very tricky matters to handle over here, you don't need to worry about me.
A Spray of Wave: Then do you need me to ask for leave for you?
Long Aotian: No need, I've already asked for it.
A Spray of Wave: OK...
...
Winter days are always short.
It was only past three o'clock, but the sunlight outside the window had already begun to dim, tinged with a faint, pale gold.
Lin Yu sat up on the sofa and looked out the window.
Compared to noon, the sunlight outside was dimmer. A golden curtain of light draped down from the sky, like a curtain call for a play that had just begun.
Estimating the time, Lin Yu felt it was about right.
It was time to go see Qingmo.
Standing up, Lin Yu changed into warmer clothes, left Xia Muzhu's house, and took the elevator downstairs...
...
After slowly waking up, the first thing Xu Mingyao did was pick up her phone to check her text messages and missed calls.
There weren't many messages on her phone, only a few spam texts from hotels and luxury stores, as well as a notification that she had been kicked out of a group chat.
There were absolutely no missed calls.
In fact.
As the eldest daughter of the Xu family, there used to be plenty of people fighting to curry favor with her every day. But after Qingmo started targeting the Xu family, everything changed.
Not only her business partners, but even some friends she used to talk to now avoided her like the plague.
They hid from Xu Mingyao, eager to sever all ties with her.
Xu Mingyao didn't care about their alienation because she didn't care about those people anyway.
From beginning to end, there was only one person she cared about.
That was Qingmo.
The woman she had fallen hopelessly in love with from the very first moment they met.
Actually, until now, Xu Mingyao still didn't understand why Qingmo was so angry.
She thought Qingmo's revenge would just be like it was at the beginning—suppressing the Xu family in business and teaching them a painful lesson.
After all, the Xu family and the Qing family had cooperated for many years.
Not to mention that she and Qingmo had been friends for so many years.
But for some unknown reason, after suppressing the Xu family for about ten days, Qingmo suddenly dumped a massive amount of the Xu family's dark secrets.
She was completely aiming to ruin the Xu family.
She even hired someone to kidnap her yesterday...
...
As she thought about it, Xu Mingyao's nose tingled with sourness, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
The feeling of being hurt by someone was already hard to bear.
Let alone being hurt by someone you liked.
It felt exactly like having a sharp blade thrust into her heart, hurting so much she couldn't catch her breath.
Xu Mingyao only woke up at noon today.
Recalling the experience of being kidnapped yesterday, Xu Mingyao only remembered being dragged into a car. After a handkerchief covered her mouth and nose, her consciousness began to blur.
When she regained consciousness again, she found herself in a hotel, with only Tao Yaoyao by her side.
Xu Mingyao had forgotten how long she cried at that time.
She only remembered feeling terrible; the effects of the knockout drops hadn't completely worn off, leaving her dizzy and nauseous enough to want to throw up.
She made many phone calls and sent many text messages to Qingmo.
But all those calls and texts were like a clay ox entering the sea—there was no response at all.
However, she wasn't discouraged. Instead, she saw a glimmer of hope.
Because Qingmo was willing to take her out of the blacklist.
This meant she still wanted to give her a chance to explain.
She was soft-hearted after all.
She still cared about her after all!
Otherwise, why would she take her off the blacklist?
After inferring this, Xu Mingyao worked even harder to send long essays and messages to Qingmo.
Under the influence of the drugs, Xu Mingyao cried herself into a daze and passed out as she wrote.
Until she woke up just now, she eagerly picked up her phone again, but didn't see any reply from Qingmo.
Looking at the dark green of the chat interface, Xu Mingyao's heart ached with bitterness.
But she quickly pulled herself together.
She firmly believed that if Qingmo was willing to take her off the blacklist, it proved she was still willing to give her a chance.
Therefore, she had to give it her all to seize this opportunity!
To try hard to seek Qingmo's forgiveness.
Thinking this, Xu Mingyao dialed Qingmo's number once again.
This time, the phone only rang four or five times before the call connected.
Seeing the call timer start ticking on the screen, Xu Mingyao was so overjoyed she almost burst into tears.
She was finally willing to answer her call!
She was finally willing to listen to her explanation!
Xu Mingyao took a deep breath, trying her best to suppress her emotions. Yet, the tears kept streaming down her face, and even her breathing was laced with trembling sobs.
She parted her lips, but before she could utter a single word, a man's voice suddenly came from the other end of the line.
"Hello?"
Xu Mingyao froze, the expression on her delicate face instantly stiffening.
Although she had only heard this voice a few times, she would never forget it even in death.
She had been reduced to this miserable state entirely because of him!
She hated him to the core.
But right now, she didn't even have the capacity to hate him.
Her mind was entirely consumed by a single question.
She had called Qingmo.
Why was he the one answering the phone?
Subconsciously, a completely unacceptable thought surfaced in her mind.
Like a drowning woman clutching at a final straw, she harbored her last sliver of hope and glanced at the time on her phone screen.
There, in the top left corner of the screen, sat a tiny row of numbers.
23:15.
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.
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.”
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!"
