The pure angel.
The angel descended to earth.
The fallen angel.
The transformation from top to bottom took only forty minutes.
Lin Yu witnessed the entire process—from the moment the gates opened to the angel's descent into delirium.
Under the influence of skills and elixirs,
Lin Yu couldn’t even tell if his skin would start bleeding.
Ying'er, however, gave him a hands-on lesson.
What the hell was this so-called "Knight of Tears"?!
He had to fly, yet bear the pain alone.
For the first forty minutes, Lin Yu experienced what it felt like to be the domineering male lead in Teacher Tang’s novels.
But in the next forty, it was as if Ying'er had taken center stage.
She experimented with every bit of knowledge she’d picked up from her "study materials," testing them all on Lin Yu.
At first,
Lin Yu, brimming with a sense of conquest, didn’t refuse. In fact, he found it quite amusing.
Occasionally, he even offered suggestions, guiding Ying'er on angles and techniques.
But by the forty-minute mark,
Lin Yu began to sense something was off…
"Ying'er, your legs aren’t in great shape to begin with. How about switching? Take a break? I—"
Before he could finish,
a pillow smothered his face.
Was this really a reverse physique?
It didn’t feel like it at all!
Could it be some kind of switch dynamic?!
"Slurp…"
"Slurp…"
While Mo Shangying remained oblivious, lost in her own pleasure,
a golden rope had already silently coiled around her ankles.
If things kept going like this, how could Lin Yu even focus on his own enjoyment?
He’d been so concerned about Ying'er’s first-time experience,
but he was human too!
No one could be that ruthless to themselves!
Since persuasion was useless,
he might as well bring out the props…
[Immortal-Binding Rope]!
Summoned silently from his system inventory,
it could lengthen, shorten, tighten, or loosen with just a thought.
And honestly,
this rope’s performance in the bedroom was nothing short of legendary—worthy of the title "immortal artifact"!
The only downside?
It could only be used within the apartment. Once outside, even the living room was off-limits.
Lin Yu had thoroughly tested its range and capabilities after obtaining it.
After all, who’d have the time or patience to experiment mid-action?
To avoid seeming too abrupt,
Lin Yu deliberately ran his hands over Mo Shangying’s ankles a few times.
He thought the message was clear:
I’ve tampered here. Don’t be surprised when the rope appears.
But Ying'er had her own interpretation.
"Little Yu, ever since we agreed on Thursday, I’ve noticed something…"
"You seem to really like iiOiiO, huh?"
"And earlier, you said something about being ‘sweeter than Alps’—giggle!"
"Color me impressed~ ohh!"
Lin Yu felt no embarrassment.
At a time like this, no amount of shameless talk was out of place.
Far from feeling awkward,
it only heightened the excitement, fueling him with visual and auditory stimulation.
"Fine, fine, I’m the pervert, okay?"
"Weren’t you enjoying your ‘popsicle’ just as much?"
"And now I’m the wicked mastermind?"
Hearing this,
Mo Shangying grinned and grabbed the pillow again,
ready to smother him—
but Lin Yu was faster:
Immortal-Binding Rope, retract!
"Eh? Eh… Ah!"
Mo Shangying felt her feet suddenly yanked, pulling her straight off Lin Yu.
She didn’t even have time to wonder
how Lin Yu, lying flat, had managed to tug the rope with such force.
By the time she was dragged onto her stomach,
Lin Yu had already seized both ends of the rope,
proceeding to "tame the beast."
Ying'er was far easier to pin down than a New Year’s pig.
With little effort,
she was soon posed like a prisoner awaiting execution at the gates.
"Little Yu, you cheater!"
"When did you bring a rope?!"
"I didn’t see you holding anything when you came in!"
"Did you plan this all along?"
"Giggle~"
"Such bold props!"
Even though Ying'er couldn’t even sit up straight now,
her tone was brimming with anticipation.
A true experientialist, she loved trying out anything that sounded thrilling—no matter how dangerous.
"Weren’t you hiding behind the curtains when I came in?"
"You didn’t even see me, let alone what I was carrying!"
Lin Yu had already prepared his rebuttal.
Following his logic,
Ying'er couldn’t argue.
She hadn’t seen him enter, so how could she know what he’d brought?
All she knew was that when he’d pounced, there’d been no sign of it.
"Back when I was studying those ‘materials,’ the knotwork looked harder than coding."
"Little Yu, how are you… this skilled?"
Lin Yu: "…"
Yikes.
This question…
He hadn’t prepared an answer.
"Maybe because as a kid, I was the best at cat’s cradle among the boys?"
"Just loop it here, pull there, tie it off…"
"And voilà—you’re in the bowl!"
As he spoke,
Lin Yu effortlessly lifted Ying'er’s featherlight frame toward him.
"Ehh, Master, spare me—my cheeks are sore."
"But since you went through the trouble of preparing something fun… wanna try it out?"
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! An exceptional divine artifact has sparked intense anticipation in your dao companion!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Lin Yu scratched his head, pulling his hand out from under the blanket.
"Ying'er, don’t get the wrong idea. Who said I only brought one prop?"
Along with his hand,
he retrieved the [Frostflame Candle] from his system.
Mo Shangying: "!!!"
Lin Yu: "Heh."
Mo Shangying: "Master… is it too late to beg for mercy?"
Lin Yu: "Smack… Denied!"
Their eyes met,
and in that instant,
they saw the same eager glint in each other’s gaze.
This evening was destined to stretch deep into the night…
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
