"How do I look?" Gu Qianqian walked over, dressed entirely in black.
Black clothes, a short skirt, and long legs covered in lace stockings.
Her left leg was adorned with a black strap. (ˊ˘ˋ*)♡
She looked like a little black fairy, her aura significantly enhanced.
"Qianqian looks good in anything. Buy a few more pieces, they'll be perfect to take with you when you start university," Lin Feng said with a smile.
His savings had now reached 100,000 yuan, and he would no longer be in such dire straits as before.
If he kept working hard at ghost-catching, it wouldn't take long to afford a new house.
"Pack up everything she likes..." Lin Feng told the sales assistant.
When it came to Gu Qianqian, he never skimped as long as his finances allowed.
Although she had once been the housekeeper's daughter,
That didn't matter to Lin Feng after his transmigration.
Alone and trapped in the body of his disabled predecessor,
If it weren't for this girl's care, he might not have survived back then.
On the way home, Lin Feng carried a large bag of clothes.
All of them were chosen by Qianqian at his insistence.
Though they walked side by side,
Throughout the journey,
Passers-by couldn't help but turn their heads. Qianqian's beauty was particularly striking today.
Her already great figure, paired with black stockings, naturally drew attention.
"Hm?"
Lin Feng noticed three men and a woman ahead, with one of the women pointing a durian-shaped phone at them,
taking photos.
Curious, he directly approached them with Qianqian.
"Ren Yu, what are you doing!" Qianqian had also noticed and
called out immediately.
"What am I doing? Just taking a photo, helping to promote your pure and innocent image," Ren Yu said with a smirk.
"Give me the phone," Qianqian demanded.
Although she was with Lin Feng, others didn't know he was her brother.
Given Ren Yu's personality, she would surely stir up trouble everywhere.
"Here it is, take it if you can," Ren Yu challenged defiantly.
The three guys with her today were all from the sports school, tall and muscular.
They weren't comparable to the man beside Gu Qianqian.
"Ren Yu?" Lin Feng understood.
She was the root cause of the previous string of incidents involving Luo Hu, Ping Si, and Wen Cheng.
After Ren Yu whispered something to the three men beside her, they walked straight over.
"So you're Gu Qianqian from Yulan High School? You really are a beauty,"
They surrounded Gu Qianqian and Lin Feng.
"Miss Qianqian, how about adding me on WeChat?"
One of the men had already taken out his phone.
"Get lost. Say another word, and I guarantee you won't be playing ball for the rest of the year," Lin Feng said coldly.
He felt even more disgust towards such troublemakers.
"Haha, little bro, who are you? Miss Qianqian, why don't you come play some games with us in the health room?"
The three men took another step forward, completely disregarding Lin Feng's threat.
They had already received a signal from Ren Yu to teach Gu Qianqian and the man beside her a lesson.
One of the men stepped forward, reaching to grab Lin Feng's neck.
Lin Feng didn't dodge, he just extended his left hand and lightly tapped the man's right arm.
A crisp sound was heard.
"Ah!"
The young man clutched his arm, breaking out in a cold sweat, and immediately crouched down.
The other two were confused by this.
Wasn't that a bit exaggerated? It was just a light tap.
How much strength could this guy have?
The two exchanged glances, and simultaneously launched a kick, aiming powerful leg strikes at
Lin Feng's chest and lower body.
Lin Feng watched these slow-motion attacks with an expressionless face.
Before the two could react, two more finger strikes imbued with hidden force
hit their right arms.
All resulted in comminuted fractures...
This level of injury would take at least half a year to recover from...
Lin Feng walked step by step towards Ren Yu. Seeing the three men still lying on the ground,
clutching their arms in pain,
she was already frightened.
"What do you want to do? My dad is Ren Xiong, if you bully me, he won't let you off..."
"Ren Xiong? You think I'm really afraid?" Lin Feng's eyes flashed dangerously.
Ren Yu saw a flicker of green ripples in Lin Feng's pupils.
Her legs began to tremble.
"Do you believe that I can make you end up like them?" Lin Feng said coldly.
"No, please don't. I won't dare do it again. I'll delete all the photos, okay?" Ren Yu was truly scared now.
She had just taken several photos and hadn't had time to post them yet.
"Wait, give me the phone,"
Qianqian suddenly thought of something and quickly walked over.
She grabbed Ren Yu's phone, transferred the photos to her own WeChat,
then thoroughly deleted the photos from Ren Yu's phone.
"Qianqian, you go home first. I have something to discuss with your classmate,"
"Okay, I'll head back then. Brother, come home soon," Qianqian obediently replied.
"Do you still dare to bully Qianqian?" Lin Feng looked at Ren Yu and said.
The green pupils appeared again.
"I don't dare, I really don't dare anymore," Ren Yu replied mechanically.
Lin Feng's eerie gaze was deeply imprinted in Ren Yu's mind.
Lin Feng took out four talismans of heartache and quietly inserted them into the bodies of these four people.
If they had any thoughts of revenge against Qianqian, they would suffer excruciating pain.
It wouldn't kill them, but it certainly wouldn't feel good.
Now that his goal was achieved,
he didn't bother to say more, picked up the clothes and continued walking towards home.
At home, Qianqian looked at the photos Ren Yu had taken on her phone.
She had to admit, they were quite good.
After thinking for a moment, she directly set one of the photos as her phone's wallpaper.
Paranormal Bureau Second Branch
"Senior, we just received a message from Jiangnan City. They've obtained partial intelligence on that skull-masked person!"
A purple-haired woman respectfully placed a report on a desk.
"Hmm," A man in his fifties or sixties picked up the report.
"Codename: Wolf Slayer, Ability: Space-type supernatural power, similar to the Time-Space Technique of the Yellow Flash.
Weapon: Scythe..."
The report contained partial battle images of Lin Feng, as well as rough information and conjectures.
"Space-type supernatural power, that's quite impressive. Tell them to make sure to recruit this person into our Paranormal Affairs Bureau!"
"Yes, senior."
"Uncle Zhang, who put that truck there? It's been two days, why haven't they moved it?"
Passing by the community entrance, Lin Feng ran into a familiar security guard and casually asked.
"No idea. They say the truck owner encountered something supernatural. Such a heavy truck, and it somehow ended up on that platform by itself,"
"Now they can't drive it down, and they're trying to contact a large crane truck everywhere."
"But it serves him right. He always loved to park at the entrance, causing inconvenience for residents coming and going, leading to frequent arguments. Now he's learned his lesson, let's see if he dares to park randomly in the future."
Uncle Zhang said a string of words, seeming somewhat pleased.
He had argued with the truck owner many times over this issue before. Now it was good, the truck couldn't come down.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.”
