Chang Xiaoxiao stood stunned for a long moment before finally collecting herself and saying,
"Ying'er... no, I mean, God!"
"I... I've never had a boyfriend before... let alone those kinds of experiences!"
Aside from feeling relieved that she'd never been in a relationship,
Chang Xiaoxiao was mostly shocked by the sheer boldness of the question.
This was way too much!
God Ying'er showed no hint of disappointment and instead calmly replied,
"No problem, there’s an additional rule..."
"If you draw a question you can’t answer or don’t have—"
Gu Nanxi couldn’t be bothered to handle their legal disputes, so she sent someone to fetch Jingniang, letting them sort it out themselves.
Li Chang'an pulled a flask of rice wine from his robe, and Zhang Yun, quick on the uptake, retrieved a few bowls and chopsticks from a chest.
Back then, he must have been out of his mind—just because Jingniang had gifted him a fine sword, he thought she’d make a great sister-in-law.
As it turned out, Phillips’ discoveries proved highly valuable to the affiliated research institutions under ADM.
In an instant, the Education Alliance, now without its backbone, was like a beast with its spine shattered—its former glory fading fast.
"But..." Zhou Shengliang opened and closed his mouth a few times, glancing between the two people in front of him and the murmuring crowd around them. He knew Song Lin was right.
At first, the sachet Chu Jiuli had given him managed to suppress the churning in his stomach, but the journey had been so rough that even the scent of the sachet could no longer keep the nausea at bay.
Suddenly, they felt Lu Mufeng didn’t deserve such harsh treatment—there was no need to snap at him. A friendly suggestion would suffice.
Li Chang'an gave him a calm look but said nothing before turning to address the villagers behind him.
Jingniang, however, felt she had nothing left to lose. She decided to throw caution to the wind and fight for justice.
Du Qianjie said gravely, "This matter involves too many secrets, so I must beg your pardon for not elaborating. But Your Majesty need only remember this: the Nine Heads will never strike against Huacheng, but neither will they ever fight on Huacheng’s behalf." The words sounded diplomatic, almost like a personal opinion at first glance.
When Wei Ximeng confirmed it again, Old Man Qian couldn’t help but let his joy show on his face, despite knowing he shouldn’t act improperly in front of his betters. The other old men sitting behind them reacted the same way.
As his body slowly levitated, Chu Feng didn’t waste any more time. He had to evacuate the entire fox tribe before the wolf clan noticed anything amiss. If the Demon Emperor arrived, the great battle would erupt prematurely. Against both the Demon Emperor and the Demon Venerable, Chu Feng had no guarantee of victory—and the fox tribe would suffer for it.
They were still young. If they were branded as thieves, when would they ever hold their heads high again?
Sun Chou wasn’t one to back down easily, and the scene grew increasingly bloody as the ancient demon god fully unleashed its slaughterous instincts, drowning in its thirst for carnage.
Seeing her like this, I suddenly wished I’d been a better student. If only I hadn’t wasted my youth, building nothing but a pair of muscular arms—then maybe I could skip class as brazenly as she did.
Realizing Wang Jiacci was determined to handle this herself, I couldn’t help but sigh and watch her silently.
He wasn’t one to fight over things and trusted that Brother Jun wouldn’t shortchange him. But he didn’t want Luo Yuhuan to wait too long. If he had to endure the probation period before cultivating, then he had no choice but to fight for those five spirit stones.
Her fried pumpkin cakes were always extra crispy—probably because she didn’t flip them in time. But he loved that slightly burnt, caramelized flavor.
Yan Qi looked at him with an unreadable gaze—was it pity? Reproach? Or something else entirely, impossible to decipher?
Li Weiran understood the mindsets of the seated committee members perfectly. But with a cold inner laugh, he thought, This time, everyone is bound to be disappointed.
"My first Pokémon is you—go!" The Tengshu Gym Leader shouted as he hurled a Poké Ball. A flash of white light later, his first Pokémon, a Machop, appeared.
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
