Standing closest, Xia Yiwei asked with a stiff expression:
"Mind if I ask something?"
"Is... is your family in the funeral business?"
Fang Xinran shook her head and replied:
"My parents are both rural teachers. I grew up in a small village."
"The corpses I mentioned aren't human—they're animal carcasses."
Xia Yiwei let out a long breath, muttering to herself:
"You scared me! I thought you meant people..."
"Wait, animals are still weird though!"
Zhao Xun couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath, while everyone else in the room stood frozen, mouths agape.
Shen Si traced the dagger against Ouyang Zhi's chest, the sharp blade just barely slicing through the fabric of his clothes.
The homeroom teacher of Zhiyan was named Fang Fang. She had moved from a smaller city to this provincial capital after graduating from a prestigious normal university, having just completed her master's degree two years prior. Like most young people, she chose to stay in the big city to chase her dreams rather than return to her hometown for a quieter life.
In this battle of family backgrounds, the early stages relied entirely on the efforts of the great cultivators, who did their best to gather as much information as possible for the Confucian faction.
Benben's words snapped Tianmu back to reality. Only then did they realize the flaw in the printed grounding device—a flaw so frustrating it was downright disheartening.
"No. I don’t want to stay here a second longer." Siren stared coldly at him, gently pulling her hand away before resolutely walking toward the door.
"Feeling better? Should I take you upstairs?" Concern clouded Ke Xiao's judgment as he watched her discomfort. All other thoughts vanished—he just wanted her to feel better. Though reluctant, he suggested she rest early.
Qin Man spurred his horse forward. Meng Ziyun had been brooding over the day’s events, itching to teach those bandits a lesson. Now, his blade was already drawn.
With Elder Lin overseeing the Song family, even if Nie Ting came in person, they shouldn’t be able to do much harm.
When the surrounding disciples heard Lu Ge’s name, their faces filled with awe and reverence.
Dowry Condition Six: After the wedding, we must wait until I turn eighteen before consummating the marriage. Until then, we sleep in separate rooms.
"It’s alright. Design work is exhausting, but I enjoy it," Youyou said with a smile.
His body stiffened for a brief moment before Long Wanhe collapsed to the ground—dead in an instant.
The Blood Ancestor’s Lair was fraught with danger at every turn. After much deliberation, Luo Xuan decided to turn back and search for him, finally finding the exhausted Blood Hunt Earl leaning against a rocky wall, panting heavily.
What exactly happened during those five days and four nights? After being kidnapped, what horrors had Li Yuetong endured at the hands of her captors? Yang Ruoli didn’t even dare to imagine, much less ask.
A cold smirk curled on Mu Yun’s lips, lending his jade-like face an eerie, unfathomable depth.
Feng Junyang, pleased with his scheme, couldn’t help but smirk. Afraid Chen Nian might notice, he quickly schooled his expression and shifted to rest his head on her lap.
She struggled to catch her breath, her gasps growing ragged. Just as Liang Yimo began to give in, Ye Chen slowed his movements, withdrawing his invading tongue and instead lazily nibbling at her swollen lips.
After escorting Feng Xinlan home, he prepared to leave. Since her marriage with Gao Ziliang had fallen apart, they’d lived separate lives—though still legally married. Feng Xinlan had moved back in with her family.
"You refuse to come home with me, even though it’d be more comfortable. Maybe you wouldn’t feel so awful there." Yang Ruoli pretended to flip through the newspaper, ignoring him. Qin Fengzhan sighed in resignation.
Let her stay locked up. Even if he couldn’t kill her to vent his anger, she’d still suffer the torment of guilt and the dread of not knowing what might happen next.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
