Chi Qingchi’s big eyes darted around.
“My favorite is…”
“Misa Amane!”
Lin Yu: “Get lost!”
As he spoke,
Lin Yu grabbed Little Chi by the head and, unable to resist, started ruffling her hair.
“Easy, easy! You’ll make me stupid!”
“Okay, okay, I’ll answer honestly…”
Hearing Little Chi beg for mercy, Lin Yu finally withdrew his hand.
They had only exchanged a few words, yet Little Chi somehow already had a talent for getting on people’s nerves.
They were clearly twins, and even looked exactly alike.
How could their personalities be so different?
Chi Qingchi smoothed out her messed-up hair and answered indignantly:
“To be honest, I like both male leads, but I wouldn’t say either one is my favorite.”
“My favorite character is someone else in this anime…”
At that,
Lin Yu couldn’t help cracking his knuckles again.
“Don’t tell me it’s still Misa Amane?”
Chi Qingchi covered her head and said anxiously,
“Why are you so violent? I’m not done talking yet!”
“My real favorite is Ryuk!”
Lin Yu froze. “???”
Ryuk?
That shinigami who deliberately dropped the notebook!
This time,
Lin Yu didn’t immediately lash out.
Thinking it over carefully,
Little Chi’s answer really didn’t seem fake…
“How... how could you like a monster who isn’t handsome at all?”
“That doesn’t sound like you.”
Lin Yu pressed on curiously.
Normally speaking,
a hardcore anime fan like Little Chi—
even if she wasn’t into handsome guys—should at least like an intelligent protagonist.
Yet she liked a shinigami whose looks, personality, and behavior were all bizarre...
The way Lin Yu looked at Little Chi changed.
He even instinctively leaned back a little.
But Chi Qingchi clearly knew how to push her advantage.
The farther Lin Yu leaned back, the more she leaned forward toward him.
“Hehe, what are you doing?”
“Cut it out. You’re not actually scared.”
“Is it really that strange for me to like Ryuk? I feel like he’s pretty popular too.”
“Looks like your understanding of me is still pretty superficial, Little Lin!”
Chi Qingchi’s smile was especially radiant.
But somehow, the wider she smiled at that moment, the more it sent chills down his spine.
Lin Yu placed a hand on Chi Qingchi’s shoulder and deliberately said,
“Superficial?”
“Can’t be helped. I don’t know how to get to know someone on a deeper level.”
Usually,
Little Chi would put on that expression that said no lewd behavior allowed
and smack Lin Yu’s hand away.
But this time,
she did nothing of the sort.
Instead, Little Chi deliberately glanced at the hand resting on her shoulder,
then suddenly asked,
“Little Lin, you seem pretty close with my sister, huh?”
Lin Yu: “!!!”
The moment he heard that,
his heart jolted.
In such an ambiguous atmosphere, she had asked something like that?
He couldn’t treat it as a casual question from Little Chi.
She must have picked up on something from the way everyone usually got along.
More importantly,
Little Chi definitely had no proof!
If she did,
given her personality, there was no way she would be alone here with Lin Yu.
She would have stayed as far away from him as possible, and never spent time alone with him.
That would be the proper respect to show her sister’s “boyfriend.”
Right now,
Little Chi was clearly trying to find out.
In the midst of a relaxed atmosphere, a sharp question was suddenly thrown out.
How would Lin Yu react?
Don’t panic...
The more it was a moment like this, the more he had to stay calm.
He just had to answer in his usual tone, as if responding to something like, “Have you eaten?” or “Are you thirsty?”
“Yeah, Elder Chi and I are very close.”
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.
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lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
