When Luo Wei’s smile faded and he looked at her seriously, Evelyn let out a soft sigh.
She wasn’t angry that Luo Wei had left without saying goodbye; she understood that if they hadn’t calmed that witch down, things would have only gotten more complicated later...
It was just that she found it hard to let go of what had happened on that island afterward. He wasn’t willing to face those things with her.
“If a similar situation happens again, are you planning to let Teacher run away first again?”
“But Teacher really doesn’t want to do that anymore, does Teacher seem that weak? It’s like being a coward, abandoning the person you care about...”
Luo Wei immediately understood what was going on, and he shook his head with a smile.
“I promise, Teacher, it won’t happen again.”
Evelyn thought he was going to continue arguing, but to her surprise, he suddenly changed his mind.
“Why?”
“Because,” Luo Wei blinked, “I’m quite strong now!”
As he said that, he exaggeratedly flexed his muscles, making Evelyn burst out laughing.
“Really? In terms of strength, aren’t you still weaker than me?”
Luo Wei mysteriously leaned closer to her. “But, I’ve learned magic now!”
Evelyn immediately remembered his amazing organizing ability and suddenly understood.
While she was happy for him, she also felt a bit wistful.
She hadn’t expected Luo Wei to grow so fast. Even she might not be able to beat him now...
“So~” Luo Wei smiled and took Evelyn’s hand. “From now on, I’ll protect Teacher. You won’t have to stand in front of me anymore.”
“Hmph...” Although Evelyn was quite pleased in her heart, she still reflexively retorted, “Just because you have magical talent? You still have a long way to go in combat skills, boy. There’s so much more you need to learn...”
“Then I’ll have to bother Teacher for lots of guidance in the future~” Luo Wei started fiddling with his magical storage pouch again, his tone becoming mysterious.
“Teacher, I still have something amazing!”
“What is it?” With the previous misunderstanding cleared, Evelyn was full of curiosity and leaned over.
“Huh? Sunscreen?”
Seeing Luo Wei holding a rather exquisite sunscreen bottle, she chuckled. "What’s so special about that? In a seaside city like Brugge, you can find it everywhere."
“This is different! The smell is so good!” Luo Wei immediately stepped forward. “If you don’t believe me, I’ll apply it for you myself? Oh right, it’s meant to be applied all over the body, you know!”
Evelyn rolled her eyes. So the key point was that last sentence.
No, no, I'm disgusted...
“Hey, what are you doing? Don’t touch me, I said I don’t need you to apply it!”
“Ahahahaha, it tickles so much...”
The room was filled with laughter as Evelyn playfully dodged Luo Wei’s tickling attempts.
And then, the atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door...
“Vampire? Why is your room in such a mess? Who’s with you?”
Helena was puzzled as she opened the door.
She then saw Luo Wei and Evelyn, who looked serious, sitting upright at opposite ends of the bed.
Her large blue eyes widened.
“Brother! You’re finally back!!”
“Waaaah, I thought you didn’t want me anymore. Where have you been these past few days?”
Luo Wei gently stroked Helena, who was clinging to him, and subconsciously glanced at Evelyn.
Evelyn was trying her best not to laugh.
Luckily, they reacted quickly...
“How could Brother not want sweet little Helena?” Luo Wei stroked her head. “Brother missed you so much, and I even got you a gift!”
“What gift!?” Helena looked up in excitement.
Then she saw Luo Wei, as if by magic, suddenly produce a large plush toy.
“Wow!” Helena happily hugged the toy. Although her brother had given her several before, this was a new design, so she was still very surprised.
She buried her face in the soft plush, rubbing against it cutely.
Luo Wei smiled warmly.
“Brother’s gift is the best! Much nicer than that scary doll the witch gave me...”
At this point, she seemed to remember something. “Huh? Where’s the witch? She took Brother away, didn’t she come back with you?”
“She...” Luo Wei shook his head. “I don’t know.”
After returning, she had mysteriously disappeared, saying she was going to do something big.
When he heard Tilis say she was going to do something major, he even felt a genuine fear deep down.
But after glancing at her low pollution level, he decided to let her do what she wanted...
Hopefully, the world stays safe.
...
In a café in the south of Brugge.
The warm sea breeze outside gently blew in, carrying the rich aroma of coffee through the air. Ophelia slowly stirred her spoon, her drooping eyes hiding an increasingly cold glimmer.
“I was just about to come looking for you to settle things, and here you are, inviting me out on your own.”
“So, what is it? I’m quite busy, you know.”
She spoke casually, as if she was dealing with someone insignificant.
Sitting across from her was Tilis.
It was precisely because of this person that she had to maintain this posture.
This was the composed aura of a superior, and how could she, an imperial princess, possibly fear a mere little witch?
Ophelia’s lips curled slightly as she elegantly raised her coffee cup.
“This stuff tastes like my potions left to ferment for a year, does anyone actually find it good? I hear Brugge is famous for coffee made from fermented animal droppings, is this what you’re drinking?”
Ophelia was choked, her pretense collapsing in an instant.
She frowned and set down her coffee cup, no longer bothering to put on airs. “Get to the point! I’m really busy. I still have to meet with a cardinal from the Holy Order later.”
“Oh, right.” She raised an eyebrow. “That cardinal really has it out for your magical enclave, you know. You’re at the top of the wanted list, and it’s all thanks to him.”
In other words, she could easily deal with their little black witch organization.
“Oh...” Tilis nodded thoughtfully. “Then I’d like to ask, what’s his divine level now? Is he easy to kill? Should I send someone, or should I handle it myself?”
Ophelia choked on her coffee again. She was so irritated that she didn’t want to drink any more...
“You wicked witch, you’re both crude and insane!”
After getting herself together, she felt a hundred times more difficult to deal with than before. Back then, she still felt guilty, but now Luo Wei has apparently fixed her completely!
Her gaze darkened as she stared at Tilis, no longer hiding her emotions.
The witch felt a little embarrassed and blinked. She really hadn’t meant to provoke her earlier.
Who knew this woman was like a lit fuse, ready to explode at the slightest provocation...
Besides, she really didn’t want to anger her today.
Because she had a mission.
“Ophelia.” Tilis gazed directly at her, smiling faintly.
“Are you still upset? But I hope you can stop blaming Luo Wei, because it was me who took him away.”
“You came here just to say that?” Ophelia raised an eyebrow. “Did he send you? How interesting!”
With that, she showed an impatient expression and tried to get up to leave.
“Whether I’m angry or not is between Luo Wei and me. I don’t need an outsider like you to meddle.”
“It wasn’t him, it was me.” Tilis indicated she should calm down.
Ophelia shot her skeptical glances. She couldn’t figure out what Tilis was up to.
“What I want to say is...” Tilis’s gaze deepened. “I don’t want him to get caught up in these meaningless things anymore. Our conflicts are pointless.”
Looking at Ophelia, whose expression grew more confused, the witch's voice carried a hint of seduction.
“Ophelia, don’t you find the current state of things satisfactory?”
“I mean, the world.”
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.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.
