"This idiot!" Little Hei's tentacle slapped directly at the Original Host's head, but passed right through it.
"Ah, exactly. I really couldn't stand seeing you get bullied, so I specifically possessed your body to check on you."
"But, but Dad said that when living with coworkers, I should help others more..." the Original Host continued.
"There's nothing wrong with helping people, but you can't just help anyone. Is he missing his hands or his legs? A young, able-bodied man can't even get his own food?"
The Original Host fell silent for a moment and slowly sat down on his bed.
His mind was a bit of a mess. His own grandpa actually possessed his body? Are there really ghosts in this world?
Right at this moment, Fang Zhiyi turned his head and questioned Little Hei, "What's going on?"
Little Hei was also helpless. "I don't know. This kid... is a bit special. I can't pull him out."
Seeing Little Hei try again, Fang Zhiyi could only give up. "Forget it, I'll figure something out myself."
When Xiong Hua returned to the dorm and saw Fang Zhiyi sitting there, he gave a disdainful snort and muttered something under his breath.
Fang Zhiyi knew the other party was unhappy, but he didn't know what to say, so he just sat there. He couldn't exactly tell him that his grandpa had possessed his body, right? Who would believe that?
"Who told you to hang your clothes by my bed? Take them away!" Xiong Hua got angry just seeing Fang Zhiyi like that. He directly yanked his jacket down and threw it on the floor.
Fang Zhiyi stood up to pick up the clothes, but his body walked toward Xiong Hua uncontrollably, his eyes staring straight at him.
"What are you doing?" Xiong Hua was startled by his sudden approach.
Then his collar was grabbed, and what greeted him was Fang Zhiyi's fist. Xiong Hua was stunned with fear. It wasn't until he took a solid punch that he reacted. "You, you hit me? Fine! You brat..."
Another punch.
"You motherf..."
A kick landed on his stomach, sending Xiong Hua crashing into the wall. He couldn't speak for a long time.
"Grandpa, what are you doing?" the Original Host panicked.
"Beating him up, do you even need to ask?"
"No, he didn't do anything, did he?"
"What, are you going to wait until he shits on your neck before you react?"
The Original Host wanted to stop it. Xiong Hua caught his breath and looked up at Fang Zhiyi in horror, only to see a bizarre scene. Fang Zhiyi was marching toward him furiously, but it looked as if he was being dragged back by something, with one foot stepping forward and the other stepping backward.
"Don't, don't hit me, I was wrong!" Xiong Hua immediately caved. He had no idea what kind of medicine this idiot took today to be so short-tempered.
"Pick up my clothes," Fang Zhiyi enunciated word by word.
Xiong Hua scrambled up from the ground clutching his stomach, immediately picked up Fang Zhiyi's jacket, looked around nervously, and hung it back up. He looked at Fang Zhiyi with lingering fear. His posture was still very strange, as if his body lacked coordination.
"Are you alright, Xiong Hua?" Fang Zhiyi suddenly moved. He took a few steps to Xiong Hua's side and helped dust him off, his face full of apology. "I'm really so sorry..."
Xiong Hua shrank his neck back. What kind of act was this guy putting on?
However, faced with Fang Zhiyi's apology, he could only accept it. Seeing the sincerity on the other's face, Xiong Hua's fear gradually receded, replaced by a chest full of rage. This good-for-nothing actually dared to hit him?
He didn't do anything, though. He just got into bed with a dark expression. Fang Zhiyi had a sturdy build; if they fought head-on, he might not gain the upper hand. It would be better to wait until he was asleep to take revenge.
"Grandpa, what are you doing? He's my roommate, and we usually get along pretty well."
"Making you run errands means you get along well? Is there something wrong with your brain?"
"But you still shouldn't hit people."
"Bastard! I'm your grandpa, are you trying to teach me how to do things?"
The Original Host froze, and only after a moment did he reply carefully, "Grandpa, I was wrong."
Fang Zhiyi really didn't know what to say for a moment. If looking at the plot, this kid was a pure idiot, but seeing it now, he really just didn't have a bad bone in his body. He was so honest it made him a pushover.
"From now on, you listen to me, got it?" After a period of silence, Fang Zhiyi only managed to say this one sentence.
But what answered him was the Original Host's snoring.
"Asleep? He just fell asleep like that? How can he be so carefree?" Fang Zhiyi was completely helpless.
After an unknown amount of time passed, a dark shadow quietly walked up to the sleeping Fang Zhiyi. Looking at the sleeping Fang Zhiyi, Xiong Hua's face was full of anger. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He had actually been beaten up by this loser. If word got out, how could he show his face around here?
Just as the wooden stick in his hand was about to smash into Fang Zhiyi's face, Fang Zhiyi's eyes suddenly flew open, and he directly grabbed his wrist.
"A sneak attack?"
Xiong Hua watched as the other slowly sat up, a piercing pain radiating from his wrist.
Was Fang Zhiyi's grip always this strong?
Then, by the moonlight filtering in through the window, he saw a cruel smile on the other's face. The fear of being beaten earlier struck his heart once again.
"Fang, Brother Fang, I, I..."
Fang Zhiyi slept very well that night. He dreamed that he went to see a movie with Liu Mengmeng, and then Liu Mengmeng accepted his confession. Everything was beautiful.
Stretching, Fang Zhiyi got out of bed. He went about his usual morning routine of washing up and even considerately fetched water for his roommate. Remembering that his grandpa had hit someone yesterday, he still felt apologetic in his heart.
Looking at Xiong Hua, who was still wrapped in his quilt sleeping, he patted him with an apologetic smile. "Xiong Hua, time to get up. I fetched water for you."
Who knew that right as he patted Xiong Hua's quilt, the person inside visibly started to tremble.
"I, I know. You go wash up first, I'll be right there."
Fang Zhiyi was a bit puzzled.
He didn't see the bruised and swollen Xiong Hua inside the quilt, whose face was full of terror.
Thinking about how he could give the movie tickets to Liu Mengmeng today, Fang Zhiyi felt a leap of joy in his heart. He also tried to communicate with his grandpa, but received no response.
Grandpa probably hasn't woken up yet.
During breakfast, Fang Zhiyi walked up to Liu Mengmeng holding the two tickets he had lined up to buy. He was a bit shy, but he still handed over the movie tickets.
"Are these... tickets for The Legend of the Blind?" Liu Mengmeng was very happy and reached out to take them.
Who knew that Fang Zhiyi would suddenly pull his hand back.
Liu Mengmeng felt a bit awkward. She glanced at Fang Zhiyi and noticed that he was straining his eyebrows and eyes, looking indescribably weird.
"I've always wanted to see it, but the tickets were too expensive so I couldn't bear to buy them. Thank you, Zhiyi."
"No need..." He originally wanted to say if you like it, go see it, but when he opened his mouth, different words came out. "No need to say all that. I worked hard waiting in line to buy these yesterday. If you want them, I'll give you a discount. Just give me an extra fifty bucks per ticket."
As soon as the words fell, Fang Zhiyi hurriedly covered his mouth, his eyes widening in shock.
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!"
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.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
