When Ning Yu returned to her room after watching the stars, it was already midnight.
Bai Xuan had been taken back to the activity room to rest.
Ning Yu and Shen Yiyue discussed their plans after leaving the place:
First, they would retrieve the motorcycle that Fatty Zhao had mentioned, then head to the tourist distribution center to find a map, and finally ride the motorcycle to the survivor gathering at Yida Plaza.
However, even after they had finished discussing, Shen Yiyue still pouted her little lips:
"Xiao Yu... hug hug..."
She muttered softly and plaintively, as if because Ning Yu had been talking to Bai Xuan all the time and had neglected her.
Why does this girl always want hugs?
Ning Yu looked at her, appearing completely drained, and suddenly had a mischievous idea.
She suddenly pounced like a hunting leopard, knocking the bewildered Shen Yiyue down.
"Ah!"
Shen Yiyue, caught off guard, didn't expect Ning Yu to ambush her and was pinned down by the silver-haired little girl on the cushion.
Ning Yu grabbed Shen Yiyue's hands with her small hands, immobilizing her, and pressed her whole body against her delicate frame.
"Why do you always want hugs? Are you a child?"
Ning Yu leaned in close to Shen Yiyue's pretty face, staring at her with amber eyes, a teasing smile on her face.
"Xiao... Xiao Yu, too... too close!"
Shen Yiyue, seeing Ning Yu so close and being stared at, didn't dare to look at her.
It felt like if she turned her head, she would be kissed.
Reds of blush rose from her neck, spreading to her ears.
Faced with Ning Yu's aggressive stance, Shen Yiyue stammered, trying to be tough:
"I... I just... wanted a hug! Can't... can't I recharge?!"
This girl is quite cute when she's shy? Not at all like the usual clingy demon.
Typical high attack, low defense, huh?
Thinking of this, Ning Yu's mischievous heart grew stronger.
She gently moved her little mouth to Shen Yiyue's ear, whispering softly against her earlobe:
"Always wanting to cling, and even help me change clothes."
"I think you, don't really understand, huh?"
The warm, orchid-like breath she exhaled almost made Shen Yiyue crash, her eyes turning into spirals:
"Understand... understand... understand what??"
The silver hair at her ear touched Shen Yiyue's cheek, making her feel ticklish, and Ning Yu continued to whisper in her ear:
"Want to hug~ enough~?"
"Ah!"
Shen Yiyue suddenly turned into a boiling kettle, letting out a whistling sound, her face flushed, closing her eyes and trembling her eyelashes, unable to speak.
Is that all? Is that all?
The silver-haired little girl revealed a triumphant, mischievous smile.
She silently got up and sat beside Shen Yiyue, looking at her still stunned state with a cold expression.
"Hey, how long are you going to lie like that?"
Ning Yu spoke again, as if looking at a fool.
Shen Yiyue, who had been closing her eyes and blushing, didn't dare to move.
Hearing Ning Yu's words, she suddenly opened her eyes.
Seeing Ning Yu's smug look, where was the aggressive demeanor from before, she immediately realized.
"Stinky Xiao Yu, you dared to tease me!!"
She angrily scrambled up, the blush still not fading from her face.
She grabbed The Stranger hardcover book from the side, ready to throw it at Ning Yu.
Ning Yu was faster, snatching the book first and placing it aside.
Then she once again subdued her with the same move.
"Let me go!! Stinky Xiao Yu!!"
Knowing her strength couldn't match the little girl's, she could only pound the cushion in impotent rage.
"How about it, next time you still want to cling?"
Ning Yu teased.
Shen Yiyue, thinking of the previous scene, felt her heart race again, but her mouth was still tough:
"Next time... next time I still dare!!"
Ning Yu rolled her eyes, truly at a loss with her, and got up, releasing her.
Shen Yiyue finally got up, but seemed extremely wronged, turning her head and not speaking.
With an 'hmph, I'm angry' expression, even Ning Yu could see the angry black lines above her head.
Ning Yu rubbed her forehead, feeling truly helpless with this silly girl, tentatively asked:
"Are you angry...?"
"I'm angry! Can't be soothed!!"
Shen Yiyue stubbornly said, her face full of small grievances.
Ning Yu walked over, opened her pink lotus-like arms, standing in front of her:
"Come, hug hug."
"Yay!!!"
Shen Yiyue let out a surprised cheer, her sulky expression instantly disappeared, directly performing a face-changing act, turning to hug Ning Yu:
"Battery fully charged!!!"
Ning Yu could only reveal an expression of 'truly defeated by you'.
It was very late, and after such a commotion, they were both very tired, Shen Yiyue was about to sleep.
She had already laid down on the cushion.
Then her gaze fell on Ning Yu suddenly taking out two broken blades.
She didn't get up, just muttered in confusion:
"Xiao Yu? Isn't that your sword, how did it break... Ah!!"
Before she could finish, she saw Ning Yu slash her own arm.
Shen Yiyue showed a panicked expression, all drowsiness gone, hurrying over.
"What are you doing?! Why self-harm?"
Ning Yu was a bit speechless, but it really couldn't be helped, the way to repair this sword was really bizarre.
She slowly explained:
"I have no choice, this is how to repair my sword."
"To... to repair with blood?"
Shen Yiyue stared at Ning Yu's bleeding arm, seeing the blood flow onto the broken blade, not dripping down at all.
Instead, it was all absorbed, and the entire blade emitted a crimson glow.
Shen Yiyue, seeing the silver-haired little girl's gradually pale face, felt heartache for Ning Yu's blood-feeding method.
So she also extended her soft, fair arm to Ning Yu:
"Can you use my blood? I'll help you with half~"
Ning Yu gently shook her head:
"No, it has to be my blood."
Shen Yiyue showed a disappointed expression, could only stay beside Ning Yu, afraid she would faint from excessive blood loss.
Ning Yu didn't stop her, anyway, she had a good grasp of her limits, would stop before reaching danger.
[Task: The Day the Broken Sword is Reforged Progress Updated 9%]
[Task: The Day the Broken Sword is Reforged Progress Updated 10%]
Ning Yu's mind kept receiving task progress updates.
No, it was already at the limit.
Around 10% or so, Ning Yu felt if she continued, there would be danger, she quickly grabbed the first aid kit to stop the bleeding.
Shen Yiyue also hurried to help.
Ning Yu looked at the Crimson War Blade that had finished absorbing blood, the red light flashing had disappeared, she willed it, putting the sword back into the space.
After doing all this, she just felt a bit dizzy, casually leaned, her silver hair spread on Shen Yiyue's shoulder.
"Tired, let's sleep."
The silver-haired little girl leaned on Shen Yiyue and closed her eyes, letting out a drowsy voice.
Other swords take the lives of zombies, take the lives of others.
This sword, however, takes my own life.
Shen Yiyue looked at Ning Yu leaning over, also revealed a faint smile, gently supporting Ning Yu.
The two simply laid down like this, falling into a deep sleep.
. 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!"
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.”
