"Yu, aren’t you coming in?"
Maomao sat inside her little castle, her questioning voice snapping Lin Yu out of his thoughts.
She really was such a naive little girl!
Did she not know the phrase "inviting a wolf into the house"?
She actually had the nerve to ask Lin Yu to come inside, and so directly at that.
Lin Yu secretly clenched his fists and said:
"Of course I can come in. I was originally planning to ‘piece’ the door shut for you from the outside."
"But going inside won’t be a problem either. Just give me a second..."
Lin Yu bent down and picked up two puzzle pieces from the ground.
He planned to fully "seal" the entrance once he got inside.
Once that happened,
she’d truly be in a situation where no one could hear her cries for help!
Maomao was no Senior Sister Tang—she didn’t have any mystical techniques to neutralize his power.
Against Lin Yu’s "law of dominance," escaping from this little prison would be absolutely impossible!
Before Lin Yu could even straighten his back, the scene before him suddenly shifted.
By the time he regained his senses,
he was already inside the "little prison"!
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Who would’ve thought?
Maomao was even more impatient than he was.
She hadn’t even waited for him to enter before taking the initiative.
This was entirely due to Maomao’s subconscious control, allowing Lin Yu to slip in effortlessly.
"Yu, I have a question for you..."
"Can you not be shy and answer me seriously?"
Maomao sat in the corner, her gaze burning intently at Lin Yu.
Judging by her serious expression, it was probably a very solemn question.
And she even reminded him not to be shy...
Tsk tsk tsk!
Considering their last dream encounter, it was hard not to let one’s imagination run wild!
Would she suddenly blurt out something like:
"Would you be willing to have a child with me?"
How embarrassing would that be, hahaha!
Lin Yu’s heart raced with excitement, but on the surface, he remained as calm as ever.
"Of course. With the relationship we have, do we really need to worry about formalities?"
"Whatever you want to ask, go ahead. I’ll answer honestly."
Lin Yu replied with a straight face.
Before answering,
Lin Yu didn’t forget his main task—quickly sealing the entrance.
If things went south later, at least little Maomao wouldn’t be able to run away.
Maomao: "Yu, have you ever played... house?"
Lin Yu: "???"
What the hell?
House?
What kind of shy-inducing question was this?!
Did she think the question was too childish, or that since it was a girl’s childhood game, Lin Yu might deny ever playing it?
Damn it!
He’d overestimated Maomao.
Had this little girl, after receiving Aunt Ruxue’s approval for independent living, regressed to her childish side?
First a little castle, now playing house.
Acting so innocent made Lin Yu seem like the perverted one!
Weren’t they both adults? Couldn’t they talk about something more mature?
His mind flooded with complaints,
but Lin Yu suppressed his frustration and answered earnestly:
"Of course I’ve played it. I was really good-looking as a kid."
"The little girls back in my hometown loved playing with me."
House, huh?
Wasn’t that just the game where one played the dad and the other the mom?
If they were really going to play, he might as well spice things up a little.
What a sin.
This was practically desecrating childhood innocence!
But hey, don’t blame Lin Yu—blame little Maomao for this!
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! The Saint’s vast knowledge leaves the outer disciples in awe!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
"Whoosh!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
The moment he finished answering, Maomao’s eyes sparkled with anticipation.
Not just metaphorically—
they were literally glowing!
If this weren’t a dream, Lin Yu would’ve screamed, "Holy hell!"
Was a childhood game really worth this much excitement?
Seems like Aunt Ruxue’s care had placed an invisible seal on Maomao’s desires.
Just the thought of playing house had her this thrilled.
If some scheming delinquent got his hands on her, would she even stand a chance?
But reality quickly doused Lin Yu’s fiery imagination.
Maomao’s next words sent his heart plummeting into an icy abyss.
Maomao exclaimed excitedly:
"That’s great!"
"Yu, can we play it together? Just once?"
"I’ve always wanted to, but no one would play with me."
"Can I be the mom, and you be the child? I’ve already prepared everything!"
Wait—
Mom? Child?
Lin Yu: "???"
She was dead serious about this?!
Lin Yu had half a mind to grab Maomao’s ears and make her repeat herself.
She really had some audacity!
Trying to take advantage of him like this.
So it wasn’t some romantic husband-wife roleplay she wanted—
she wanted to be his mom!
Thankfully, Lin Yu had been reborn once, so his mental fortitude wasn’t that fragile.
If this had happened right after his parents passed, he might’ve lost his temper on the spot.
Then he noticed the small plastic table beside Maomao,
already set up with toy kitchenware, utensils, and plastic ingredients—
everything needed for a pretend cooking game.
Lin Yu strongly suspected
Maomao hadn’t just conjured this in the dream—she’d probably bought a whole set in real life.
Lin Yu: "Look, no matter how you—"
Maomao: "Yu, thank you so much! Can we play now?"
Lin Yu: "..."
Seeing Maomao’s pleading gaze fixed on him,
Lin Yu couldn’t bring himself to voice his complaints.
How did he end up with such a "little princess"?!
Not only was he not getting any advantages, but she was also about to take one from him.
But outright rejecting her...
Well, in the apartment, aside from Lin Yu, there probably wasn’t anyone else who’d humor her.
Subconsciously, Maomao’s childhood innocence had resurfaced.
If Lin Yu crushed her hopes now,
it might carry over into reality and affect her emotionally.
Sigh.
Who asked Lin Yu to be such an empathetic person?
He swallowed his words and instead said:
"I can’t call you ‘Mom.’ You know what I’ve been through."
Maomao’s eyes flickered as realization struck.
She quickly adjusted from her seated position to a half-kneeling posture:
"I-I’m sorry, Yu..."
"I didn’t think about that!"
Lin Yu raised a hand to stop her apology and continued:
"Mother-son roleplay is a no-go. How about siblings?"
"I’ll let you have this small advantage, but you’d better thank me properly later!"
"I’ve got another kind of roleplay in mind too, and you’ll have to play along."
Maomao’s lips trembled with excitement, her grin impossible to hide.
The relationship didn’t matter!
All she cared about was finally getting to play house.
She nodded eagerly:
"Okay! Siblings are great!"
"Then... should we start?"
Lin Yu pointed at her little table and played along:
"Big Sis Maomao, I’m hungry. What’s for dinner today?"
...
(First update today. There’ll be another one later tonight—stay tuned!)
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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!
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?!
