At ten-thirty at night.
Qin Luo and the others wandered back to the Ning residence.
Ning Qingyuan had been standing at the main gate for several hours, finally catching them.
She glared at Ning Muqing, who was cowering behind Su Muwan, and scolded, "Muqing! You've grown bold! Coming back so late!"
"What are you hiding behind little Muwan for? Get out here!"
Ning Muqing trembled and stepped out, lowering her head, "Auntie Qingyuan... I'm sorry..."
Su Muwan stepped forward and interjected, "Auntie, we didn't do anything. We just went to the arcade to play some games."
As she spoke, she handed Ning Qingyuan a bag of barbecue, "Here, Auntie, we brought you some."
Upon hearing this, Ning Qingyuan instinctively took the bag of barbecue, then paused, "The arcade? The one owned by the Ye family?"
"Yes, there was an ignorant fool who tried to flirt with Muqing."
"An ignorant fool? Ye Lin?"
"That's right."
"You..."
"Don't worry, Qin Luo gave him a few slaps and knocked him out."
Ning Qingyuan: ?
A moment later, Qin Luo and the others left.
Ning Qingxuan, wearing a face mask, walked out and approached Ning Qingyuan, who was still stiff.
Glancing down, she immediately reached out, "Oh, barbecue."
Ning Qingyuan: ??
She looked at Ning Qingxuan, who was happily eating the barbecue, and then recalled Su Muwan's smug face.
No way!!
Is it you who's corrupting our family's discipline?!
"Ning Qingxuan, I'll bite you to death!! Your daughter is leading our Ning family's treasure astray!!"
"Ah!"
Inside the house.
Su Muwan arrived at a room, hesitated for a moment, then turned to Qin Luo and said, "Qin Luo, goodnight."
Qin Luo smiled and nodded, "Goodnight, Miss."
Is that it?
Su Muwan blinked, "Qin Luo, if you're scared sleeping alone at night, you can always crawl at my feet, whimpering uselessly, and beg me to let you sleep on the sofa in my room."
"Miss, you're being a bit extreme."
"Hmph!"
Seeing her plan fail, Su Muwan blushed.
Click!
The door closed.
And at the moment the door shut,
Qin Luo's expression also turned regretful.
Tsk..
If only he didn't have someone to meet later.
He would have!
Well.. Of course, he couldn't do that here anyway.
In any case!
The daily Miss time is over.
So what's next...
Qin Luo's mind stirred.
【Lackey Shadow Form!! Activate!!】
Thud!
In an instant.
As black mist swirled,
Qin Luo's entire body transformed into a pool of black shadow and melted into the darkness, disappearing without a trace!!
With his aura concealment, he could enter and exit anywhere undetected.
On the other side.
The branch family.
Ning Duanlang tossed and turned in his bed.
As the winner of the tournament, he had the privilege of enjoying a private dormitory.
However,
Ning Duanlang wasn't basking in the joy of victory.
His heart was filled with regret and remorse.
I was so stupid, really.
I should have searched online earlier.
If I had discovered there was another reincarnator in this world,
I wouldn't have exposed my identity so early.
But now, it's too late to say anything.
Just as he thought that,
Click!
A sudden sense of pressure surged in Ning Duanlang's heart.
Then,
Caw——!
Caw——!
In the room, the eerie cry of a crow suddenly echoed.
Ning Duanlang's pupils constricted, and he quickly got up from the bed.
His breathing quickened as he glanced in a certain direction.
There,
A figure had appeared in the corner of his room, unknown to when. The figure's shoulder was perched on a crow, black as night and oddly shaped.
Ning Duanlang instantly recognized who it was, suppressing the unease in his heart.
Clenching his fists, his voice slowly emerged from his throat, "Qin.. Luo..."
With a ripple, Qin Luo's figure became clearer as he stepped out of the shadows.
His eyes, enhanced by the Shadow Arts Master's abilities, glowed with black light.
Veils of black smoke drifted around him.
He looked at Ning Duanlang with interest, who was wary yet nervous, and chuckled, "Ning Duanlang, no need to be so tense."
"I mean you no harm."
Hearing this,
Ning Duanlang swallowed hard, cautiously asking, "Qin Luo, since you know my identity, why didn't you act immediately?"
"Instead, you come to me so late..."
As he spoke,
Ning Duanlang seemed to realize something, gradually calming down, "I see."
"You need my help!"
For most martial artists, they had never seen telepathy.
But luckily, Ning Duanlang had learned it from a sect that descended into the mortal world in his previous life.
And Qin Luo's shadow abilities further confirmed...
Qin Luo! Is a reincarnator!
And he must have already found some hidden fortune from his past life!
The way Qin Luo was acting so amicably only made Ning Duanlang more certain that Qin Luo wouldn't kill him.
After all...
If the other party wanted to harm him, why reveal himself?
Just assassinate him in secret, right?
Then he'd be in the dark, making it easier to strike.
So Ning Duanlang concluded that Qin Luo needed his help!
Now.. he had to consider how to negotiate the reward.
However....
To Ning Duanlang's surprise,
When Qin Luo heard his analysis, the smile on his lips faded, and his expression turned helpless, "Ah, just as Miss said, I actually wanted to be a good person."
"But..."
He raised a finger, his gentle demeanor instantly dissipating, then mocked, "Trash is trash."
"What makes you think I need your help?"
As the words fell,
Buzz——!!!
An excruciating pain instantly spread throughout Ning Duanlang's body!
"Ugh——!"
His eyes widened, his mouth opened but no sound came out.
It felt like something was inside him, writhing and gnawing, as if tearing his insides to shreds.
Thud!!
Ning Duanlang's body convulsed, his limbs seemingly losing control as he collapsed to the ground.
The intense pain almost made him pass out.
His consciousness blurred.
He could only feel every nerve being devoured and torn apart, as if countless blades were rampaging inside him.
"Ugh ah——!"
He finally couldn't hold back, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.
"Stop."
Just as Ning Duanlang was about to faint, Qin Luo extended a hand and gently hooked.
The thing inside Ning Duanlang instantly quieted down.
The pain gradually subsided.
Ning Duanlang, pale with fear, clutched his chest and gasped for breath, incredulously looking at Qin Luo:
"You... what did you do to me?"
What kind of technique is this?
Qin Luo heard this, his lips curling into a slight smile.
Caw caw!
A flock of crows slowly emerged from the shadows and surrounded Ning Duanlang.
Their crimson eyes stared at Ning Duanlang, as if ready to pounce on him at any moment.
He averted his gaze, finally feeling fear surge in his heart.
He.. had underestimated things!
Reincarnators! None of them are good!
Qin Luo then stepped forward, crouched down, and grabbed Ning Duanlang's hair.
This brutal move made Ning Duanlang wince in pain.
Qin Luo, however, ignored it, looking at Ning Duanlang.
Kindly said, "Tell me about it, the future you experienced..."
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.
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?"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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.”
