In the boundless gray mist, Ning Yu saw two figures appear in the void.
One was herself from her past life.
Wearing the gray casual clothes from her last mission, with scholarly round-framed glasses.
Her gaze was cold as she muttered to herself.
"This is the final mission."
"After this mission ends, where should I go?"
The other was her current self - a silver-haired little girl.
Her face was expressionless, amber eyes filled with indifference as she gazed into the distance.
As if deep in thought about something.
Ning Yu tried to look down to see what she had become, but saw nothing.
She had no physical form.
Looking up again.
Her past self suddenly drew a gun, movements crisp and agile, the dark barrel pointing straight at her.
The silver-haired girl also drew out her crimson blade, eyes blood-red, staring at her with murderous intent.
The mist suddenly became thick and violent, surging forward frantically.
As if trying to drown her.
Ning Yu felt she could barely breathe!
......
"Little Yu... are you awake?"
Ning Yu struggled to open her eyes, feeling a splitting headache.
But immediately she caught a whiff of sweet, faint floral fragrance, a familiar scent.
A soft, supple sensation pressed against her face.
Before her eyes were two round, soft mounds, their pristine whiteness filling her entire field of vision.
It was Shen Yiyue, wearing loose white pajamas, tightly hugging the silver-haired girl, essentially giving her a face full.
Under her sleepwear, her beautiful youthful curves were faintly visible, her skin like polished jade, looking like a princess who had stepped out of a snow kingdom.
Seeing Ning Yu's confused expression, Shen Yiyue quickly explained:
"I heard you talking in your sleep, and worried you were having a nightmare, so I came to hug you."
Is this how you hug someone? I almost suffocated!
Ning Yu couldn't help but grumble internally.
Seeing the concern written all over Shen Yiyue's beautiful face, she knew that Shen Yiyue had been taking care of her while she was unconscious.
So she gave up struggling and simply lay her head in that soft embrace, asking weakly:
"How long... was I unconscious?"
Hearing the silver-haired girl's feeble voice, Shen Yiyue answered gently:
"About three days."
Ning Yu looked down at herself, also wearing white pajamas that were a size too small.
The bandages seemed to have been changed, her wounds had healed considerably, with no blood visible on the new bandages.
Wait, new bandages?
She suddenly realized with a start that all her wounds had been treated by Shen Yiyue.
Her pajamas had also been changed by Shen Yiyue.
Didn't that mean she had seen everything?
Oh right, she was female now too, so it didn't matter...
As if!
Shen Yiyue watched as the silver-haired girl suddenly sprang away from her embrace, examining her bandaged body all over.
Looking as if she had been taken advantage of.
She immediately broke into a teasing smile - who knew this ice-cold little girl could be like this!
"What's wrong? You taught me how to treat wounds yourself."
"Besides, you've seen all of me too, so this makes us even!"
Shen Yiyue was referring to when Ning Yu had previously treated her wounds.
Then, she leaned forward like a white cat, bringing her face close to Ning Yu's.
Showing a playful and cunning smile:
"Aww, you're blushing!"
"Let big sister take a look!"
Such an aggressive posture pushed the silver-haired girl right up against the headboard.
Shen Yiyue's white pajama neckline was quite low, and due to her position, revealed quite an expanse of spring scenery.
It almost made Ning Yu's eyes spin:
That outfit is really big and white.
However, Ning Yu wasn't blushing at all, and gave her an exasperated look.
She raised two delicate fingers and unceremoniously stuck them up Shen Yiyue's nostrils:
"Get away."
Shen Yiyue jerked back in surprise, covering her nose and asking in a wronged, coquettish voice:
"What did you do that for?"
The silver-haired girl rolled her eyes and ignored her.
She got out of bed and tried moving her body around.
Though somewhat weak and powerless, her injuries seemed to have healed well.
Her head was pounding, like a hangover blackout, probably a side effect of the Dark Side of the Moon.
Ning Yu recalled her darkened, frenzied state after activating Dark Side of the Moon.
Evil, cruel, bizarre - was that what she became when her negative emotions were amplified?
She hadn't paid much attention to the negative effects listed in the Dark Side of the Moon skill description before.
Now it seemed these negative effects were far more terrifying than she had imagined.
Not just in a physical sense, but in a social sense too.
Minus 5 Charisma? This was straight-up social suicide.
Shen Yiyue went out and returned shortly with several energy bars.
These were for Ning Yu's breakfast.
As she handed them over, she said:
"Little Yu, you were so brave that day!"
?
A huge question mark appeared over Ning Yu's head.
Then she watched as Shen Yiyue raised her hand, wielding an energy bar like a sword, pointing it forward.
With an exaggeratedly serious expression, she spoke in an over-the-top voice:
"Today I shall take her with me, let's see who dares stop me!"
She was imitating Ning Yu from that day.
After finishing the gesture, she tossed the energy bar aside and brought her face close again, wearing a fangirl-like expression:
"Waaah so cool, I almost married you on the spot! Too bad you're also a girl."
Right after saying that, she continued muttering under her breath:
"Though I suppose with love, two girls could also..."
Ning Yu face-palmed, completely speechless at this idiot's behavior.
Was this person incapable of being serious for more than five minutes?
Pushing away Shen Yiyue's pretty face with her disdainful hand, she quickly changed the subject:
"How did you handle things after that day? Has anything happened at the supermarket these past few days?"
Hearing the questions, Shen Yiyue recounted how she had handled everything after that day.
She had managed everything very appropriately, and Ning Yu nodded as she listened.
It felt like watching her own pig... no, her own cabbage growing up.
Nothing else had happened these past few days, the front entrance had been blocked off with shelves.
Shen Yiyue had checked all other areas as well.
In the warehouse, she had disposed of both the half-zombie and the remains of the man in the baseball cap.
After explaining everything, Shen Yiyue proudly lifted her head, her face practically screaming:
Praise me!
"You did very well."
Ning Yu obliged with words of approval, then continued asking:
"Have you been training properly these past few days?"
At this, Shen Yiyue's proud expression instantly froze.
She could only scratch her head sheepishly:
"Ehehe~"
"I've been busy taking care of you, it was hard work!"
"I'll go train right now!"
Then she quickly dashed out.
Ning Yu didn't say anything, but unconsciously broke into a slight smile.
She felt this life was indeed different from when she had been alone in her past life.
She couldn't quite explain it, but at least it didn't feel bad.
Slowly sitting back down on the bed, she bit off half of the energy bar Shen Yiyue had brought.
The taste of chocolate and hazelnuts gradually spread through her mouth.
Ning Yu opened her status panel.
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!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.”
