Snack section.
Su Muwan was shopping beside him like she was on a major shopping spree.
From one end of the shelf, she glided to the other end as if rowing a boat.
Qin Luo followed steadily beside her, pushing the shopping cart.
"This one, this one, and this one too!"
"I want them all!"
With a swoosh!!
A huge pile of snacks was swept clean off the shelves.
Qin Luo glanced at the shopping cart and the few types of snacks Su Muwan usually didn't like that were left on the shelves.
His eye twitched.
How did you manage to sort what you like and don't like into the shopping cart at such incredible speed?
Qin Luo casually picked up a high-calorie bomb - a black truffle cake.
There were 9 more like this one.
He weighed it in his hand, then looked at Su Muwan, who was still carefully selecting what snacks to buy, and said, "Young Miss, why did you buy only cakes, chocolates, chips, and drinks?"
"Won't you gain weight eating these?"
As soon as he said this.
Su Muwan, who had been thinking about what else to buy, suddenly blushed.
She turned her head and angrily shouted at Qin Luo: "Hey! What do you mean by that!"
"Don't you know that martial artists burn a lot of calories!"
"Besides our regular four meals a day, we need extra snacks to replenish energy!"
"How else could I be so strong!"
"So! Eating sweets = getting stronger!"
What kind of twisted logic is this?
And what's with the four meals a day?
However, Su Muwan did say one thing right.
That is, martial artists do burn a lot of calories.
Qin Luo blinked and looked at Su Muwan with surprise.
Could it be?
Did Su Muwan become so strong simply because she could eat so much?
Su Muwan seemed to notice something and looked at Qin Luo suspiciously: "I feel like you're thinking something bad."
"Of course not."
Qin Luo smiled slightly.
"Hmph, you better not be!"
Su Muwan snorted lightly.
Then.
Her eyes lit up as she spotted something, and she darted over in a flash.
Qin Luo glanced over - it was a blue shark plushie placed high up on the shelf.
"Qin Luo! Qin Luo!"
"I want this one!"
Su Muwan pointed at the shark on the shelf with sparkling eyes, but even on tiptoes, she couldn't reach it.
After several failed attempts, she gave up and looked at Qin Luo pitifully.
Although...
Qin Luo wanted to say, Young Miss, couldn't you just use your Frost Qi to form an arm?
Wouldn't that let you get it down?
But!
Qin Luo wasn't stupid, why would he say that out loud?
Thinking this, he stepped forward.
"Yes, Young Miss."
Saying this, Qin Luo stood behind Su Muwan.
He reached out his arm to grab the shark plushie placed up high.
However, just as he was about to reach for it.
Su Muwan's voice came: "Qin Luo, can you reach it from that far?"
"Come closer."
Before Qin Luo could refuse.
Su Muwan turned around and grabbed his collar, pulling him towards her.
Bang!
Su Muwan leaned against the shelf, making a dull sound.
As for Qin Luo...
Well...
Gulp!
He swallowed.
At this moment.
Because of Su Muwan's pull, he had to practically press against her body.
Of course, this also made it easier for him to reach the plushie.
Happiness came too suddenly.
Considering his character, he tentatively asked: "Young Miss... is this appropriate?"
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Su Muwan lowered her head with a red face and shouted: "Of course it's appropriate!"
"Just grab it quickly!"
"Oh."
Qin Luo hesitated no more.
And as he reached out his arm.
Su Muwan was almost completely enveloped in Qin Luo's chest.
"!!!"
Her eyes trembled, her heart beating rapidly.
She could feel Qin Luo's warm breath gently brushing past her ears.
Ah... so close...
Su Muwan bit her lip lightly, slightly clenching her fists.
But... it's so warm..
And...
There's a warm feeling in her dantian, like... it seems... her cultivation is slightly increasing?
Hm? Why is this happening?
Qin Luo lowered his head slightly, catching a glimpse of Su Muwan's slightly pursed lips from the corner of his eye, causing his heart to flutter.
Hiss...
The Young Miss's hair smells so nice...
Qin Luo's fingers had just touched the plushie, but his body was somewhat stiff from being so close to Su Muwan.
"Just a moment, Young Miss, almost there."
Qin Luo tried to keep his voice calm and natural, but his heartbeat involuntarily accelerated.
"Oh.."
Su Muwan responded softly, her face slightly flushed.
Finally, Qin Luo successfully retrieved the shark plushie.
And gently handed it to Su Muwan.
Su Muwan took the plushie and quickly moved to the side.
The shyness on her face quickly disappeared.
She looked at Qin Luo, her eyes containing a hint of mischief, and asked with a slight pleasure: "Qin Luo..."
"Are you... embarrassed?"
My heart skipped a beat, but I won't admit to being embarrassed.
Qin Luo took a light breath, shook his head, and smiled: "How could that be possible."
"Oh?"
Su Muwan's lips curled up upon hearing this, and she walked forward with interest.
Under Qin Luo's slightly stunned gaze, she reached out and gently poked his cheek.
She giggled: "Then why... is your face so red?"
"!!"
Thump!
Qin Luo's pupils contracted, his expression froze, and he quickly covered his face with his hands.
It was burning hot there.
Seeing Qin Luo's slightly stiff expression, Su Muwan seemed to have discovered a new world.
She hugged the shark plushie, put her right hand near her mouth, and said with a playful look: "Oh my, so Qin Luo can get embarrassed too."
"But... you're cute like this."
Hiss!
This... mischievous Young Miss!
Qin Luo took a deep breath, and then, his previously stiff expression slightly relaxed.
Then... he also showed a playful smile.
He chuckled: "Young Miss, if I'm embarrassed, then... how would you explain yourself?"
"Hm?"
Su Muwan was stunned.
Then.
Qin Luo said with amusement: "Because Young Miss... your face is also very red."
"Could it be... you're also embarrassed because of me?"
As the words fell.
!!!
Su Muwan's smile instantly froze!
Her face quickly turned even redder.
She unconsciously hugged the shark plushie tighter, as if trying to hide her inner panic.
"I... I'm not!"
Su Muwan widened her eyes, her lips slightly trembling, trying to defend herself, but her voice clearly showed her guilt.
Seemingly feeling this wasn't enough to vent her feelings.
She hugged the shark, buried her face behind it, and shouted loudly: "Stupid Qin Luo! Stupid Qin Luo!! Stupid Qin Luo!!!"
"I'm not! Not! Not! I'm not embarrassed at all!!!"
Thump! Thump!
Qin Luo's heart was beating rapidly.
Looking at Su Muwan like this, he couldn't help but smile.
Mm.
The Young Miss with such a gap between her usual self and now is just absolutely adorable.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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?"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
