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Hearing this voice, the faces of everyone present couldn't help but light up with happy smiles.
They all turned to look at the source of the sound.
And there she was.
Su Bailian walked over carrying a basket, her face adorned with a sweet smile. Dressed in a white dress, she looked like a pure white lotus flower shining brightly against the snow-capped mountains.
She was a stark contrast to the rest of them, who were filled with a fierce and aggressive aura.
"Xiao Lian?"
"You... you... how did you get here?"
As the hall master of Wind Cloud Hall, Xia Gao was naturally a ruthless man.
But...
When faced with the pure and innocent Su Bailian, even Xia Gao stammered.
He had been too busy with his underworld affairs to ever date, so the sight of Su Bailian left him flustered and awkward, despite his usual tough demeanor.
But no one laughed.
Because everyone was the same.
Although they were all part of the underworld...
In just a few days...
They had all fallen for this pure girl.
She was different from them.
And so, each of them vowed to protect the best girl in the world, Xiao Lian.
Su Bailian walked over with small steps.
She pretended to struggle as she tried to lift the basket and place it on the table.
Seeing this, Xia Gao quickly stepped forward with concern: "Xiao Lian, let me do it. Why would you come to such a place on such a hot day?"
The members of Rakshasa Palace were a mixed bunch, and not everyone was as morally upright as they were.
If Xiao Lian were to be bullied by someone with malicious intentions, it would be disastrous.
Xia Gao took the basket from her.
And Su Bailian intentionally brushed her hand against the back of Xia Gao's hand.
The latter froze, immediately flustered.
Xiao Lian's hand... touched mine?
This only made him feel even more embarrassed.
To save money, Rakshasa Palace didn't have air conditioning, even on such a hot day.
They only had a ceiling fan.
Everyone was sweating, and they all hesitated to get too close to Su Bailian.
But Su Bailian didn't mind at all.
She pulled back the coarse cloth covering the basket and looked at Xia Gao and the rest of Wind Cloud Hall's underlings with a smile: "It's so hot outside."
"I thought you guys must be working so hard and feeling tired."
"So I made some chilled jelly for you."
Then, she looked at Xia Gao, blinking her eyes and radiating innocence: "Xia Gao gege, can you help me distribute it?"
Thud!!
Xia Gao felt like he was in love.
He rubbed his nose: "Sure!"
Then, he turned to the group of underlings who wanted to talk to Su Bailian but didn't dare, and scolded them: "What are you all standing around for!"
"Don't thank Xiao Lian!"
"Thank you, Xiao Lian!"
"Xiao Lian, you're an angel!"
"I was about to faint from the heat! Thank you, Xiao Lian, haha!"
As the thanks poured in, Su Bailian pretended to be shy and shook her head: "It's... it's nothing."
"I didn't do much at all."
"After all..."
She said, smiling warmly at Xia Gao and the others: "As long as you guys are happy, that's all that matters."
Bang!!
Everyone clutched their chests, their faces turning red.
Oh no.
We're in love.
Heh, what a bunch of idiots.
Su Bailian inwardly scoffed.
Over the past few days, she had also figured out the distribution of Rakshasa Palace.
In one word:
Shit.
Rakshasa Palace, as an underworld organization in this era, couldn't make much money.
So, apart from building relationships with them like this, Su Bailian's focus was still on the Song family.
After all...
The Song family wasn't as destitute as Rakshasa Palace; they were truly wealthy!
If she could get her hands on them, then her dog, Poqi, would finally have his steak!
The way to get to the Song family was simple.
The heir to the Song family was Song Ming, but since Song He was still in his prime, Song Ming couldn't take over just yet.
But!
Su Bailian wasn't bragging when she said she had a business mind.
So...
She had already convinced Song Ming to trick Song He into focusing on Rakshasa Palace.
This way, a large amount of wealth would be transferred to Rakshasa Palace.
And once she shorted Song Ming!
She, Su Bailian, would be able to reap the benefits!
Time passed.
Xia Gao escorted Su Bailian downstairs.
Downstairs,
Xia Gao curiously looked at the empty space in front of the company entrance and asked: "Xiao Lian, didn't the boss come? No one came to pick you up?"
Su Bailian glanced at the empty entrance.
Then she blinked, her voice hesitant and a bit disappointed: "Um... no..."
"Gege Ming was busy with something."
"Busy?"
Xia Gao clenched his fists, his tone incredulous.
In this 40°C heat, you, Song Ming, actually let Xiao Lian carry such a heavy basket all the way here by herself?!
And Su Bailian, as if defending Song Ming, explained: "Yes, gege Ming was at home talking with some unfamiliar people."
"They were from Cherry Blossom City, and... and they seemed to be the leader of the Black Dragon Organization."
"When I first mentioned wanting to bring food to you guys, it seemed to disturb them, so..."
"So I didn't dare to say anything more..."
As she said this, Su Bailian's voice carried a hint of grievance, as if she had experienced something.
Upon hearing this, Xia Gao's expression stiffened, and an uncomfortable feeling suddenly surged within him.
While his brothers were sweating it out in this sweltering building, you, Song Ming, were lounging at home with the air conditioning... chatting enthusiastically with underworld forces from another city?
They knew about the Black Dragon Organization.
They were Song Ming's underworld friends.
There had been rumors within Rakshasa Palace that once they unified the underworld, most of their power would be shared equally with the Black Dragon Organization.
But so far, they hadn't seen any members of the Black Dragon Organization come to help.
On the other hand, Xiao Lian had been busy, going out of her way to take care of them, bringing them water and food.
Xia Gao could almost imagine what kind of life Xiao Lian had been living at the Song family's.
Just asking if she could bring them some food, and you, Song Ming, let her come here alone?!
Song Ming!!
Are you even human!!
Xia Gao didn't want to think of anything treasonous.
But...
Six years had passed since Song Ming went to prison.
Did he really know what kind of life they, his brothers who trusted him, had been living?
As the heir to the Song family, even if he had the slightest consideration for them, he should have known to improve their lives.
At least give them an air conditioner, right?
But... there was nothing!
Xia Gao's heart was filled with discontent.
Song Ming, in these six years, aside from your father giving us a monthly 1000 yuan stipend, he hasn't bothered with Rakshasa Palace at all.
These six years, it's been the four hall masters managing everything.
Song Ming....
Xia Gao clenched his fists, his expression alternating between anger and uncertainty.
He took a deep breath, then looked at Xiao Lian: "Xiao Lian, let me take you home."
"No, no need, Xiao Lian still needs to go to work, so I'll be leaving now."
Su Bailian quickly waved her hands, looking very helpless.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
