"What the..."
Ye Feng's heart sank as he heard the sound of his front door opening. Sure enough, someone was lying in wait for him inside. Spotting a flash of white light in his peripheral vision, he swiftly turned and dodged backward, narrowly avoiding the attack.
"Swish!"
The sharp blade grazed Ye Feng's chest, slicing through his clothes and drawing a thin line of blood.
As he evaded the lethal strike, he finally got a clear look at the assailant by the door.
"Xie... Xie Yuyan?"
Ye Feng's eyes widened in disbelief at the familiar, graceful figure standing before him—her curvaceous silhouette and that striking crimson pixie cut.
For a fleeting moment, joy had surged through him at the sight of Xie Yuyan. But the lifeless glint in her eyes instantly set off alarm bells in his mind.
"Xie Yuyan! What are you doing? It's me—Ye Feng!"
He glanced down at his bleeding wound. Had he been even a second slower, that strike would have crippled him on the spot. Though he still had two life-saving talismans in reserve, they could only negate a single fatal blow—not fully shield him from harm.
"Ye Feng... hehe... Ye Feng... giggle..."
Xie Yuyan let out a bone-chilling laugh, licking the blood from her blade with grotesque relish. Her entire body trembled with perverse ecstasy.
"Mine... mine... You're... mine..."
Seeing her deranged state, Ye Feng knew reasoning with her would be near impossible. He never imagined their long-awaited reunion would unfold like this. Worse still, he couldn't fathom what had twisted Xie Yuyan into this unrecognizable shell of herself.
Desperate to prevent further violence, he kept trying to reach her.
"Xie Yuyan, snap out of it! Don't you remember me? I'm Ye Feng!"
"Remember?"
She smeared his blood across her lips, savoring it with obscene delight.
"How could I forget...? I'd never forget you... never..."
"Then you do know me! So why—"
Encouraged by her response, Ye Feng took a step forward—only for Xie Yuyan to lunge at him again, dagger flashing.
Ye Feng was no pushover. His combat skills even surpassed hers, honed through rigorous training. But one variable tipped the scales—that damn dagger in her hand.
"Swish!"
Another dodge, another close call. His clothes now bore multiple slashes, fabric frayed and stained with blood.
The skirmish had barely begun, yet the pressure was overwhelming. Unarmed, confined to a narrow hallway, and facing an opponent who fought with reckless, suicidal fury—Ye Feng was fighting an uphill battle.
"Hehe..."
Xie Yuyan traced a finger along her cheek, peering at him through splayed fingers with manic intensity. Slowly, she raised her dagger, pointing it at his heart.
"Don't run away now~ Our little game is just getting started~"
Ye Feng gulped. Confronted by this unhinged version of Xie Yuyan, he was at a loss. Only one priority remained: survival.
"Xie Yuyan, put the knife down. Let's talk. I don't know what's changed you, but—"
"Changed me? Giggle~"
She cut him off, delicately wiping blood from her blade before inhaling its metallic scent with depraved pleasure.
"Who else could it be? You're the one who made me like this~"
"Me?"
"Whoosh—"
Before he could question her, Xie Yuyan sprang forward, covering meters in a blink. Her dagger thrust toward him like a viper's fang.
Ye Feng's expression hardened. If words failed, only one option remained: subduing her. But taking down a world-class assassin—especially one now fighting with enhanced, murderous precision—was no easy feat.
As she closed in, he abandoned persuasion, focusing solely on her movements for an opening.
The dagger struck like a venomous serpent, its lethal arc aimed straight for his throat.
"Ha!"
Ye Feng pivoted, using the wall to launch himself airborne, barely evading the stab. But midair, he was vulnerable—and Xie Yuyan capitalized instantly, slashing upward toward his thigh.
"Rip!"
Fabric tore, but the blade missed flesh. Landing deftly, Ye Feng bolted for the emergency exit.
Watching him flee like a startled rabbit, Xie Yuyan's euphoria swelled. She could hardly wait to savor him properly.
Instead of chasing, she hummed a tune, strolling leisurely after him.
When Ye Feng reached the exit, metallic clinks echoed from beyond the door—chains. Realization struck: she'd herded him into a trap.
......
"Run, Ye Feng, keep running~ I'm not done playing yet~"
"Xie Yuyan, what's wrong with you? This isn't like you! There must be some misunderstanding!"
With adrenaline fading, the pain in his chest flared. Clutching his wound, Ye Feng edged closer, voice strained.
"I thought our reunion would be... different."
"And whose fault is that? You did this to me~"
Her sudden laugh was glacial, her gaze swallowing him whole.
They circled back to his doorstep, but now, Ye Feng's eyes burned with resolve.
"Xie Yuyan, if you won't listen... then I won't hold back either."
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
