She glanced at Lynn, who was earnestly feeding her porridge, and froze for a moment.
Then, just as Lynn's gaze turned toward her, she quickly jerked her head to the side.
Her eyes widened.
Wisps of white steam suddenly rose from her head, and her mind buzzed.
Eh...
So...
Was it because he cared for his master that he took such good care of her whenever she fell ill...
Eh...
It was the first time she heard her disciple express such concern in his heart...
Lost in thought.
"Master, why did your face suddenly turn red?" Lynn asked, bewildered.
Nanako jolted, quickly snapping back to reality, her large eyes wide as she said, "It... it's not red at all! Master wants to eat porridge now! Don't say such strange things! Feed... feed me!"
Damn it! Nanako, don't let your imagination run wild.
It's just a disciple's concern for his master!
It's filial piety! Filial piety!
It's definitely not that kind of weird thought!
Hmph! It's not!
...
Soon, night fell.
Lynn sat at the table with a lit candle, holding a quill pen, intently focused on the notebook in his hand.
Scratch scratch scratch—
Scratch scratch scratch—
His quill moved as if divinely guided, writing magical formulas one after another in the notebook at a dazzling speed.
If any other mage were present to witness this scene, they would undoubtedly be astounded.
The rigorous calculations and complex derivations flowed from his hand as easily as elementary school mathematics.
After a while,
Lynn took a deep breath and picked up the notebook with satisfaction, saying:
"This should do it. Although my loli master is only a city-breaker level mage, with this meditation technique I've specially modified for her, even king-level spells shouldn't be beyond her reach..."
One could faintly see the title "Ice Sorrow Meditation" written on the notebook's cover page.
Then, Lynn's lips curled into a smile.
He had already thought through the specific method.
Teaching others while concealing one's identity - this trick had been overused in cultivation novels from his previous life!
Even though this was reality.
It could still be put to use!
He just needed to pretend to be some great being, then drag his loli master into it, saying she had won the grand prize in a lottery and gained his protection - wouldn't that work perfectly?
In cultivation novels, weren't protagonists always accidentally stumbling into some high-energy realm?
And then coincidentally gaining the favor of some ancient expert?
He could use that same trick!
Lynn's lips curled into a smirk.
He could hardly wait to see his loli master's expression of reverence when she encountered him.
So then...
First, to find a suitable location.
Thinking this, Lynn raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.
Click—
In the next moment, Lynn's body vanished from the spot.
...
Meanwhile.
In the Ice Plane.
Within an ancient snow-covered palace.
The mighty Ice Lord, ruler of the Ice Plane, great sovereign of storm and frost, sat contentedly upon his ancient throne, surveying his domain with satisfaction.
His name was Amon, an ancient and powerful ice dragon.
Since the God War a thousand years ago, he had fled through countless planes of the Abyss.
And finally became the true ruler of this place.
"Ah, life!" the frost dragon smacked his lips, gazing contentedly at the endless snowstorm.
"This is how it should be - relaxed and comfortable. If it weren't for some unavoidable circumstances, who would willingly choose to be someone else's bootlicker?"
He laughed heartily, thoroughly pleased with the palace he had spent a full thousand years building.
Look at these towering pillars!
Look at this sturdy throne!
Look at this endless snowy vista!
Only such a palace was worthy of his current noble status!
Then he recalled those shameful memories from over a thousand years ago, remembering that detestable figure whose boots he had to lick daily.
Yes!
Even dragons...
Have memories they'd rather forget.
But he wasn't just any dragon - he was one of the Dragon Regent's mounts, the most capable part-time administrator and royal relative to the young emperor!
Back then,
He had relied on his unrivaled boot-licking skills to stand out among countless dragons and successfully rise to power.
But who knew that less than five hundred years later.
That Dragon Regent would gather the forces of the entire continent, intending to challenge the gods head-on.
Anyone could see that such a battle was impossible to win!
So.
When that great war was clearly heading toward defeat, he made his decisive escape.
Running without looking back.
And then spent a full thousand years laying low here!
Dragon Amon's lips curled into a smile as he said, "Now this is true wisdom!"
Of course, he hadn't been the first to discover this plane.
He had found it by chance while traveling with the Regent during their tours.
And as the Regent's number one bootlicker, just seeing that the Regent seemed to like this place, he immediately proposed building a palace here.
For the Regent to visit when bored.
And to swindle some funds along the way.
"Hahahahaha!" Dragon Amon laughed loudly. "What a shame! Such a wonderful place, and you old fool will never see it. This place is only fit for the great Lord Amon to enjoy!"
"It wasn't in vain that I spent a full thousand years completing this epic wonder!"
He laughed arrogantly, thoroughly enjoying himself.
But at that very moment.
Crack—
A thunderous sound.
In the middle of the palace hall, space suddenly rippled.
The next moment, the figure of a young man appeared in the empty hall.
An intruder?!
Amon jolted.
He suddenly turned his head, spreading his massive wings, his gaze instantly falling on the figure that had suddenly appeared in the hall, snarling:
"Who dares intrude upon Amon's domain?!"
Roar—
His huge wings spread wide as he instantly flew over, his enormous body landing before the young man.
Boom—
Endless snow and ice flew up.
Lynn stood there with deadpan eyes, looked around, and then his gaze fell upon the massive and fierce dragon.
Lynn was stunned.
Something looked familiar.
Amon coldly surveyed the suddenly appeared human before him, examining him up and down.
A human?
Interesting.
He doesn't seem like an assassin sent by the gods to eliminate me.
Perhaps a Planar Ranger? Indeed, many powerful human god-mages enjoy traveling between planes.
Or maybe a lost one?
That's quite possible too.
Every year, many beings from the main world accidentally enter spatial rifts and get transported to various planes.
But regardless...
His face twisted into a cold smile.
Now that you're here, you're at my mercy.
The great Amon hasn't had fresh meat in a long time, hehe...
But just then.
"Little Ai? Is that you, Little Ai?" Lynn asked in surprise.
Instantly.
Even the fierce wind seemed to freeze.
Dragon Amon's smile instantly froze on his face.
This name is...
This absolutely infuriating name is...
Lynn carefully examined him, then his eyes lit up as they fell on the collar around the dragon's neck.
Though somewhat worn.
He could still clearly see the words he had personally carved there long ago.
[Lynn's Exclusive Mount: Cute Little Ai]
"..."
"..."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
