Days flew by one after another.
In the blink of an eye, it was winter again.
Lin Yu used to really like winter.
Especially when it snowed, the whole world would be wrapped in silver, and just looking at it made him feel relaxed and happy.
Lin Yu still remembered the time before he transmigrated.
Whenever he saw it snowing, he would be as happy as a mindless monkey. Not even feeling the cold, he would casually throw on a jacket and happily run out to find someone to play in the snow with.
He was resistant to the cold back then, too. Even when his hands and face turned red and hurt from the freezing temperature, he didn't care at all and could play from dawn until dusk.
Thinking about it now, it really proved the old saying.
A young man can brave the cold purely relying on his youthful vigor!
As for now...
Lin Yu sniffled and silently pulled the zipper of his down jacket all the way to the top.
What?
I'm not being weak!
This is just!
Just...
It's...
It's just that this winter is too cold!
Lin Yu indignantly snorted a puff of white mist from his nose.
Showing that he absolutely refused to admit he was getting old.
But he couldn't keep it up for long.
Lin Yu couldn't help but raise his hands, slowly rubbing the skin on his face that was stinging from the cold.
Looking up at the snowflakes drifting down from the sky, Lin Yu wasn't in a very wonderful mood.
Thinking back on the past few years since his transmigration.
Lin Yu realized he hardly had any comfortable winters.
Damn it all.
In these past few years, which winter didn't have some weird stuff happen?
Especially when it snowed.
That Tang Manman standing in the snowy night almost gave him PTSD!
And Qing Mo, who took him up the mountain in the heavy snow.
To think she could actually come up with that kind of trick, he could only say she lived up to her reputation!
Whenever he recalled the truth Qing Mo blurted out while begging for mercy, Lin Yu felt a wave of speechlessness.
Simply put.
On the auspicious day of the Lunar New Year, she planned to kidnap this soft, fragrant, and smoke-scented Blondie to an old castle located deep in the mountains and ancient forests.
According to her.
There was no internet, no phone, and no means of contacting the outside world.
Once he went there, he definitely wouldn't be able to get out.
According to her expectations.
She would imprison him there.
When he realized he was imprisoned, he would definitely get very angry, and then he would subject her to a series of violent acts or punishments.
Then her goal would be achieved.
The plan was very absurd.
But the more absurd part came later.
Qing Mo seemed to have a rather large deviation in her self-awareness.
Probably her little head was controlling her big head.
She hid a satellite walkie-talkie in that old castle.
After all, with such a large family business outside, she couldn't just ignore it entirely.
Here was the absurd part.
He didn't know what she was thinking.
She just felt she had the ability to keep her mouth tightly shut and not reveal a single word of this secret.
Just like how, after her plan failed, she confidently believed she could keep this secret in her stomach for a lifetime.
Endlessly absurd.
The result didn't need much explaining.
Anyway, Lin Yu remembered that night, he felt like he hadn't even exerted much effort.
And she confessed everything.
If Qing Mo really could have taken him there on that Lunar New Year's Day.
Lin Yu reckoned that when he came out, he would probably still be a virgin.
What a noob!
Lin Yu felt a lot of disdain for Qing Mo.
At least in this regard.
Just as he was thinking about Qing Mo, Qing Mo suddenly arrived.
Watching Qing Mo, dressed in plain black, walking through the pure snow, Lin Yu inexplicably remembered a personal signature he had scrolled past on the internet before.
: My personality is truly terrible, but my saving grace is that my face is just too sweet.
Yeah.
Just based on Qing Mo's face.
No matter how bizarre and terrible her personality was, there would definitely be a massive crowd of people who liked her.
Moreover.
This was entirely a bonus point for her, alright?
Qing Mo walked closer, and Lin Yu looked at her outfit today.
Trying to find the reason why his heart had been pounding wildly just now.
An unbuttoned black trench coat, paired with a black knitted turtleneck sweater, a pair of black slim-fit jeans for the lower body, plus a pair of high-waisted black leather boots.
There was actually nothing high-end about this outfit.
It was just an ordinary all-black look.
You couldn't go wrong with it, but it didn't have any major highlights either.
It was just that the person in front of him was Qing Mo.
For others, clothes make the person.
For her, the person made the clothes.
When he first laid eyes on Qing Mo just now, Lin Yu felt like his heart had skipped a beat.
Like a malfunctioning machine, after a brief pause and a buzz, it started spinning wildly out of control.
Although Lin Yu had already seen what he should and shouldn't see countless times.
But Lin Yu was still fiercely struck by Qing Mo's beauty today.
There was no helping it.
When she got out of the car and walked towards him.
Lin Yu felt that the entire snow-covered world in front of him was serving as a backdrop for this noble black rose.
It was as if today's heavy snow was falling solely for the few short seconds of her appearance.
Endlessly beautiful.
Perhaps this was the highest realm of fashion?
Others used bright colors for matching.
She used the weather as her bright color.
Large, goose-feather-like snowflakes rustled down.
Qing Mo stood in front of Lin Yu, tilting her chin up slightly. Her face was aloof, but her eyes were tinged with a smug smile.
As if asking the dumbfounded Blondie in front of her.
Do I look good?
Lin Yu saw the obvious questioning look in Qing Mo's eyes, but he didn't follow her wishes and praise her.
Looking at her outfit that prioritized style over warmth, Lin Yu asked:
"Are you cold?"
Qing Mo was slightly taken aback, and her black eyes, which had reflected smugness, quickly softened.
Shifting her gaze slightly, her expression looked just a tiny bit awkward. She stopped looking at Lin Yu's face and gave a slight nod.
Lin Yu didn't say much.
He grabbed the zipper of his long down jacket, which covered most of his thighs, and pulled it down.
Then he pulled the fragrant Qing Mo right into his own stinky embrace.
He tightened his arms, wrapping almost all of Qing Mo inside his down jacket.
Qing Mo had specifically dressed up beautifully today, even doing her hair and spraying hairspray.
It was so exquisite that the wavy curves and position of every single strand of hair were in their most perfect state.
Now, with Lin Yu pulling and hugging her.
The down jacket covered her head like a blanket.
It was all ruined!
But Qing Mo wasn't unhappy about it.
Lin Yu cared about her, and it made her heart feel warm.
Being treated so roughly by Lin Yu made her feel absolutely thrilled inside...
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?"
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!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
