Silence!
A deathly silence filled the room, a terrifying stillness. In that moment, Tang Yuyao even held her breath, gritting her teeth and managing not to reveal any flaw.
The two of them maintained this bizarre quiet and balance for a full two and a half minutes before Ye Cheng finally shifted his scrutinizing, suspicious gaze away.
That's right. Ye Cheng had been testing Tang Yuyao, checking if she had woken up. After all, if she really was awake, the things he needed to do next would be impossible to proceed with.
As for what Ye Cheng was about to do... it was simple: help Tang Yuyao with a physical activity known as "Super Beast Armor," "Armor Fusion," or "Magical Girl Transformation."
Given their previous state, all their clothes were completely ruined. After washing Tang Yuyao clean, Ye Cheng went to wash their destroyed garments.
By hand.
As for why he didn't use the washing machine... this wasn't washing clothes, this was practically just spreading things around evenly!
If he did that, even for someone like Ye Cheng who wasn't a neat freak, it would feel disgusting for a long time. He'd never be able to look at the school uniform he wore the same way again. Reluctantly, Ye Cheng had to wash everything by hand.
Hmm... that's right, all by hand. His own, and that of a certain slacker doctor. All hand-washed. Ye Cheng even learned what colors everything was.
In principle, this sort of thing fell under "see no evil" or something like that.
But now, everything that should and shouldn't be seen had already been seen. Talking about any damn "see no evil" now would just be hypocritical, and he loved putting hypocrites in their place.
He was different. He looked openly and without shame!
Before leaving the room, Ye Cheng dried his own clothes first for convenience when going out, then Tang Yuyao's. After a trip outside, her clothes should be dry by now.
Humming a happy little tune Tang Yuyao couldn't understand, Ye Cheng headed towards another room with a dryer, leaving Tang Yuyao alone in the bedroom once more.
Hearing the sounds fade into the distance, reaching a safe range, Tang Yuyao abruptly opened her eyes. Her gaze held shock and panic, and her face quickly flushed a deep red.
Fortunately, when Ye Cheng had left earlier, the alcohol in Tang Yuyao's system hadn't fully metabolized, leaving her cheeks rosy. Otherwise, with her current "overheated" appearance, Ye Cheng would have surely spotted the flaw.
"What do I do?" Tang Yuyao muttered softly to herself, her voice oddly calm.
Did you think Tang Yuyao had everything under control?
No!
In reality, Tang Yuyao was out of ideas, nearly ready to give up. The current situation was a dead end, with no possible way out. She had done so many outrageous things, even "dropped her gear."
Sigh...
It truly proved the saying: "You make your own bed, you lie in it." Tang Yuyao swore she would never drink again. If she drank again, she was a dog!
Tap, tap, tap... Clear footsteps sounded from outside the bedroom again. Tang Yuyao's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly closed her eyes, making her breathing even, pretending she still hadn't woken up.
Ye Cheng stood by the bedside holding a large pile of "gear" dropped by Tang Yuyao. He placed the clothes on the nightstand and began sorting them.
Pulling out a rather "impoverished" piece of equipment, Ye Cheng rubbed his smooth chin, squinting his eyes as he spoke with some uncertainty.
"How am I supposed to get this thing back on the old hag?"
Tang Yuyao: "..."
Tang Yuyao didn't dare open her eyes, maintaining the same posture from when Ye Cheng left, leaving her completely in the dark about what he was talking about.
What did he mean, get this thing back on her? What was he even... Wait!
Could the little brat be talking about clothes?
Tang Yuyao's heart sank, and she almost choked on her breath. Internally, she began screaming like a crazed groundhog, loud enough to rupture her own eardrums.
AHHHHHH!!!!
No way, this kid wouldn't actually do it, would he?
Nooooo, wuwuwu...
How is she supposed to get married after this, wuwuwu...
Tang Yuyao was on the verge of a breakdown. The best course of action would be to wake up now, put on a calm front, use her "money power" to bribe Ye Cheng, or threaten to chop him into mincemeat if he dared speak of today's events.
That was the optimal solution to this deadlock!
But for some reason, Tang Yuyao hesitated to act...
"Forget it, never mind. The old hag blacked out last time she drank, so she probably won't remember anything this time either, right?" Ye Cheng gritted his teeth. He'd do it!
If he dawdled any longer and she woke up, it would be a real mess. Opportunities are fleeting. I'll just go all in. Going all in is an art, going all in is wisdom. All in, all in~
Let's do this!!!
Little did he know, this very statement from Ye Cheng sparked an idea in the nearly collapsing Tang Yuyao.
A glimmer of hope in the midst of despair!
Tang Yuyao seemed to grasp the last lifeline, becoming somewhat excited.
Right! Last time she had "blacked out," insisting she couldn't remember anything. This time, as long as she stubbornly claimed she had "blacked out" again and remembered nothing, wouldn't that work?
Just treat it as having a nightmare, right?
Tang Yuyao felt she was an absolute genius. She could actually come up with such a brilliant solution, hahaha...
Wuwuwu... What's there to laugh about, wuwuwu... Some little brat has taken all the advantages, and you're still laughing, wuwuwu...
Tang Yuyao's "arrogance" lasted less than two seconds before she immediately started feeling emo. If possible, she'd probably be squatting on the floor right now, radiating terrifying negative energy while drawing circles.
What the hell was she even feeling relieved about, wuwuwu...
Rustling sounds came from beside her. Tang Yuyao sensed something, her heart sinking. Her body, wrapped in the blanket, stiffened slightly. She knew it was coming. The test of her acting skills was about to begin!
Tang Yuyao quickly thought about how a drunk person should behave. Dead drunk, like a corpse... Hmm, a corpse. Yes, a corpse!
As luck would have it, Tang Yuyao studied medicine. The things she was most familiar with, besides cold scalpels, were the corpses she dealt with from time to time. She even had to go to the morgue late at night to build up courage back then.
It was scary at first, but it felt okay later.
Tang Yuyao kept recalling the corpses she had seen and handled before, quickly getting into character.
Snap!
The first rope binding Tang Yuyao was undone by Ye Cheng. Her body grew even more tense, her toes curling, every cell in her body straining.
The second, the third... Snip!
After struggling for a long time with pure handwork, Master Ye ultimately chose the more economical and practical approach of scissors. Fancy techniques still couldn't beat raw numbers. With a snip of the scissors, everything opened up. Who even invented this thing?
Ye Cheng's unwrapping speed inexplicably quickened, the original buffer time once again shortened, making Tang Yuyao's heart leap into her throat.
Click, click, click... it's open!
The previously tightly wrapped white duvet, now free from its constraints, returned to its original form, becoming exceptionally fluffy and springing up like a blooming flower...
Alright, now it's time to gamble with fate.
Human Sheep, I want to... oh, wait, no. Old thing, I want to gamble with you with my life on the line!
It's the often thrilling life-or-death gamble. If Tang Yuyao were to wake up later during his "Beastform Fusion," he would die, and die horribly at that. Not even the young lady or the guild leader might be able to save him then, so... he must win!
Damn it, let's do this!
Ye Cheng reached into his pocket, pulled out a "no-brand" cigarette, and put it between his lips. Then, he took out the lighter he'd picked up off the street when he went down to buy instant noodles earlier and lit the cigarette.
The cigarette burned slowly, releasing a strangely pleasant, familiar scent, reminiscent of the young lady...
Squinting his eyes, Ye Cheng took a deep drag, then with a sweeping motion of his hand, flung aside the troublesome bedding in front of him.
Whoosh!
Beastform Fusion, activate!!!
Tang Yuyao: "!!!"
The moon hanging high outside gradually descended, its light shining through the hotel window, landing precisely on Tang Yuyao...
Moonlight... dazzle them!!!
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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...
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
