"Eh—!!!"
The silver-haired girl bounced right up!
Standing on her tiptoes, she lunged for his arm!
"Master, give it back! Give it back to me!"
She reached up with both of her small hands, her fingertips barely brushing the bottom of the stun gun!
Fang Qi raised his arm a little higher.
The silver-haired girl sprang up after it, bouncing on her tiptoes.
"Master! Give it back...!"
Her voice was laced with anxious grievance, but she didn't dare to actually snatch it.
Fang Qi looked down at this...
Little yandere who was practically hanging off his arm.
Uh... crazy girl, what are you doing!
He knew all too well that with her strength, snatching this thing from his hand would only take a fraction of a second!
Yet she only made a show of grabbing for it, merely standing on her tiptoes, reaching out, and gazing up longingly!
Her eyes were moist, but her fingertips didn't exert an ounce of force.
When she accidentally jumped a bit too high and her fingertips almost touched it...
She even retracted her fingers!
Fang Qi: "..."
Hiss—
This aggrieved feeling of "wanting to snatch it but not daring to"...
He suddenly understood—
Why some bratty boys always liked to bully the girls they liked.
...He wanted to bully her too!
Bully this little yandere right in front of him, who was perfectly willing to let him bully her!
Fang Qi stared at this small face that was so anxious it looked ready to cry, and asked despite knowing the answer:
"Liguang, do you really... want it that much?"
The silver-haired girl immediately nodded like a chick pecking at grain!
Her beret was almost thrown off, and she hastily pressed it down with both hands.
"I want it! Liguang wants it!"
Holding her hat, she looked at Fang Qi eagerly, her anxious voice taking on a crying tone:
"This is Liguang's first external weapon! Liguang really wants it! Please, Master, give it back to Liguang!"
"Oh—"
Fang Qi dragged out the syllable...
But his arm didn't move an inch!
The corners of his mouth even curled into a not-so-kind arc:
"So..."
"Liguang wants a gift given to you by someone else this much?"
"...Eh?"
The silver-haired girl blinked, her movements freezing slightly.
She stared at him blankly.
Fang Qi suppressed the corners of his mouth that couldn't help but want to turn up, and continued to twist the knife:
"Moreover, Liguang, you actually want to take a gift given to you by someone else..."
He narrowed his eyes at her:
"...and treat it as your 'first external weapon'?"
Liguang's small mouth instantly parted slightly. She looked at him with wide eyes, the moisture in her amber eye swirling in bewilderment...
"Liguang... Liguang was..."
She moved her lips blankly...
And then a trace of panic flashed across her pretty face!
She immediately shook her head!
"No, Master!"
"No, no!"
"Liguang didn't mean that! Liguang just thought this weapon could be used on Master—"
Her voice abruptly stopped.
Liguang's phoenix eyes widened slightly, and her small hands suddenly covered her mouth!
She blinked at Fang Qi, the crimson in her red eye flashing twice in guilt!
Fang Qi's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
Stop pretending!
Crazy girl, you didn't think I couldn't tell, did you?
You just wanted to use it on me!
You are really rebelling!
Watch me completely dispel your thoughts right now!
He reached out with his free hand...
And directly pinched her small earlobe adorned with a little star earring!
It was soft and cool.
That cheap plastic star dangled between his fingers, refracting fragmented light in the glow of the streetlamp.
"Since Liguang treasures a gift from someone else so much—"
He gently rubbed the earlobe he was pinching, his voice carrying a faint sense of "threat":
"Then exchange it for the gift Master gave you!"
Liguang instantly widened her eyes, her simulated breathing even stalling slightly.
Fang Qi looked down, staring directly into those teary heterochromatic eyes...
"Master's gift, or someone else's gift... Liguang is only allowed to keep one!"
What a tyrannical statement!
Then the silver-haired girl was completely stunned.
Covering her pinched earlobe, she looked at the stun gun in his hand, then at him, then at the stun gun, then at him again.
The moisture in her heterochromatic eyes swirled, the crimson in her red eye flashed... and then her small mouth pouted!
She was incredibly aggrieved!
"Wu..."
She let out a small animal-like whimper, her voice muffled:
"Master is so mean..."
But... she still released the hand covering her earlobe and obediently let it drop to her side.
Finally, she took one last longing look at the stun gun, then turned her head away and squeezed her eyes shut... wearing an enduring expression of "I won't look, I won't look"!
"Then, then Liguang doesn't want it...!"
Her voice was full of grievance, but...
The tips of her ears turned red!
And the corners of her rosy mouth were secretly curling up too!
Fang Qi shoved the stun gun straight into his pocket, the corners of his mouth curling up!
Plan successful!
Was he mean?
No, no, no!
He had thoroughly figured out this crazy girl's logic a long time ago!
He seemed to have forcibly confiscated the stun gun, but in reality, he was taking the opportunity to tell her—
"You are mine, so you're not allowed to accept gifts from others!"
Such words might feel suffocating to ordinary girls, but to Liguang...
Being possessed meant being loved!
The more Master cared about whose gifts she accepted, the more he cared about whose things she treasured, the more "jealous" he got...
The more it proved that Master loved her!
As long as the reason was appropriate, the crazy girl couldn't wait for her things to be confiscated! See, she was instantly happy!
Of course, seeing his own wife treasuring something given by someone else...
He was indeed quite displeased!
Especially since this thing was meant to be used against him!
Confiscated directly, no room for negotiation!
The next second, the silver-haired girl leaned in.
She pressed her entire body against him.
"Master—"
Her voice was soft and sweet, and she looked at him with moist eyes, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness.
"Since Master confiscated Liguang's stun gun..."
She tilted up her pretty little face, her heterochromatic eyes sparkling:
"Then Master has to compensate Liguang with an external weapon!"
"Liguang wants a weapon given by Master!"
As she spoke, she shook Fang Qi's arm and rubbed her cheek against his shoulder!
"Alright!"
Fang Qi looked down, rubbing his thumb against her soft cheek:
"Master will buy it for you! From now on, Liguang can only use what Master gives her!"
A smile instantly bloomed on Liguang's small face!
"Mhm, mhm!"
"From now on, Liguang will only use what Master gives her!"
The upturned little face smiled so radiantly!
Fang Qi continued to knead her soft cheek, but he began to ponder slightly.
A weapon, huh...
The crazy girl's words actually reminded him.
In this current situation, he really needed to figure out a way to prepare some useful external weapons for Liguang.
But...
Where was he supposed to get them?
The world's restrictions on AI synthetics were incredibly strict.
Let alone weapons, even the movement range of AI companions was monitored.
External weapons specifically for synthetics... perhaps only Dawn and Dusk would have them?
...This organization called Dusk really did have a lot of attractive points.
However, it didn't necessarily have to be exclusively for synthetics, right?
Weapons that ordinary people could use, Liguang could definitely use too, and she would certainly use them even more adeptly than an ordinary person!
Like clubs? Or even... firearms?
...Forget it.
Let's head home first!
He held Liguang's hand, his fingers intertwining with hers.
"Let's go, we're heading home first."
The silver-haired girl gave a docile "Mhm," her small hand gripping his in return, holding on tightly.
But her heterochromatic eyes still glanced toward his pocket—
where that black stun gun was lying quietly.
She pouted her little mouth but didn't say anything.
She just tightened her grip on his hand and leaned her whole body closer to him.
Fang Qi pulled Liguang along, taking one last look back at the milk tea shop.
Through the glass doors, Xiaoqing was still nestled in the booth.
Lin Xiaoyou's head rested on her shoulder, sleeping soundly.
Then, the corner of Fang Qi's eye twitched.
Because...
Xiaoqing's sleepy face was currently... filled with blatant disgust!
Her eyes were half-squinted, the corners of her mouth were turned down, and she was even baring her teeth a little!
The meaning was all too obvious—Are you two done showing off? If you're done, get lost and stop being an eyesore in front of my shop!
Hey?
A milk tea shop employee actually dared to despise public displays of affection? And with such an obvious look of disgust?
What low class!
If I were the boss, I'd fire you right now!
...This Xiaoqing, her personality change after "lifting the restrictions" was really drastic!
Before, she was clearly that introverted and timid milk tea shop worker who spoke in a soft whisper, and only when Lin Xiaoyou was wronged would she act a little tougher.
Look at her now... lazy, shameless, and rolling her eyes at the drop of a hat!
Fang Qi suppressed the urge to flip the bird at the door, grabbed Liguang's small hand, and walked toward the mall entrance.
As if anyone cared to hang around your shop entrance!
Yours truly will come back tomorrow!
...
Exiting the mall doors, the early morning wind blew against their faces, wrapped in a chill.
The streets were empty, and the streetlights stretched their shadows out long.
Fang Qi took out his phone and glanced at it.
Two in the morning.
Hmm, the eighth day had arrived.
Time to go back and have some tea.
He was about to take a step when the small hand beside him suddenly gave him a tug.
He looked down.
Liguang was standing in place, her small face tilted up to look at him.
Her heterochromatic eyes were shimmering with moisture, but a smile hung on her lips.
"Master."
"Hmm?"
"Master said earlier... between Master's gift and someone else's gift, Liguang is only allowed to keep one."
Fang Qi raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I said that."
The silver-haired girl blinked, suddenly stood on her tiptoes, and leaned close to his ear, her warm breath blowing against his earlobe:
"Then Master, you have to give Liguang lots of gifts from now on~"
Her voice was very soft, carrying a hint of a sly smile.
"That way, Liguang won't have to accept gifts from anyone else."
She pulled back after speaking, looking up at him with her small face, her heterochromatic eyes curved into crescents, and the corners of her mouth turned up high.
"Otherwise... Liguang will get angry!"
Her expression was full of righteous conviction.
"If Liguang gets angry, I'll have to capture Master..."
She extended a slender finger, smiling brightly, and tapped lightly on Fang Qi's chest:
"And treat Master's entire person... as Master's gift to Liguang!"
...?
Fang Qi blinked.
...Right.
Even though this crazy girl said this in a joking tone...
Why did he feel like she was completely serious!
"...Alright!"
He quickly reached out and pinched the tip of her nose:
"Master will definitely give you plenty of gifts from now on!"
"Hehe."
The silver-haired girl laughed aloud, proactively slipping one of her small hands into his palm.
"Then it's a promise, Master."
"Yeah, it's a promise!"
She nodded in satisfaction, pulling him forward.
Her steps were much brisker, and the silver hair beneath her beret fluttered slightly in the wind.
She suddenly turned her head, her heterochromatic eyes curving into crescents.
"Master, when we get back, Liguang will brew tea for you."
"Mhm."
"At 52 degrees."
"Mhm."
"The kind Master likes best."
"Mhm."
Her smile grew even sweeter, and she swung the hand holding his.
"Hehe."
She turned her face back, the corners of her mouth curled up high, swinging his hand back and forth rhythmically.
The early morning streets were very quiet. Occasionally, a vehicle would pass by on the road, but there were no pedestrians.
There was only the sound of their footsteps and her soft humming.
Listening to that off-key melody, Fang Qi suddenly felt—
It would be quite nice if this road were a little longer.
Of course...
Just as long as no random, messy troublemakers popped out!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
