The night market near Donghai University in Jiangbei City.
"Ruo Xi, try this, it smells amazing."
An Yi held two skewers of meat, munching on one while handing the other over.
Lan Ruoxi was lost in thought, startled by the voice before snapping back to reality. She quickly accepted it, saying, "Oh, right, okay."
"You're still distracted, huh? Your uncle's a scumbag—no need to blame yourself over it. Cheer up. Two million is nothing. He won’t die. That villa alone is worth more than two million. Worst case, just sell the house."
An Yi shoved the skewer into Lan Ruoxi’s hand. "Try this. Back when I was broke, I craved this flavor all the time."
Lan Ruoxi stared at the skewer, her cheeks flushing slightly. "You... you already bit into it."
You dislike me?
"N-no! Not at all! I’d never dislike you."
"Then take this half-finished milk tea too. Saved it just for you. Try it, it’s delicious."
Lan Ruoxi rubbed her stomach, frowned, then downed the remaining half of An Yi’s milk tea.
After eating their way through the market, she felt like her stomach was about to burst.
Bystanders who noticed the scene glared at An Yi as if he were some kind of beast.
"Hey, takoyaki! Never tried it before. Mu Xuan, I’ll get you some."
An Yi sniffed the aroma excitedly.
"Mu Xuan..."
Hearing the name, Lan Ruoxi’s pretty face stiffened, her heart inexplicably trembling.
Then, she smiled softly and waved her hand. "No need, An Yi. I’m too full."
"Oh, right. Sorry, my bad."
An Yi’s gaze faltered for a moment before he adjusted—the person beside him was Lan Ruoxi, not Shen Muxuan.
Old habits die hard.
Shen Muxuan had a huge appetite and wasn’t picky. Leftovers didn’t exist in their home.
Back when they used to stroll around, whatever he couldn’t finish, she’d take care of.
"An Yi, what’s wrong?" Lan Ruoxi asked gently.
An Yi snapped out of it and grinned. "Nothing. Let’s stop eating for now and just walk around. There’s plenty of fun stuff here."
As he spoke, he casually tossed the used skewer stick aside.
Lan Ruoxi tugged at his jacket and gave him a reproachful look. "Don’t litter."
An Yi shrugged. "I didn’t."
The two continued walking side by side, chatting and laughing through the bustling night market.
In an unnoticed corner of the market, three black-clad men slumped to the ground, their hearts pierced by barbecue skewers, forming a gruesome pool of blood beneath them.
At the other end of the night market, a stunning girl stepped out of a Tesla.
A cold-faced young man in black emerged from the driver’s seat, positioning himself protectively behind her.
A few more bodyguards lurked in the shadows nearby.
The heavily armed entourage drew plenty of attention from the crowd.
"It’s been so long since I’ve been to a night market. It’s changed a lot."
Qin Yao looked around nostalgically.
"The first time I met An Yi was right here."
Lin Chen reminded her sternly, "No excessive fried food, barbecue, or sweets. And you’re back by eleven. No talking to strange men."
"Yeah, yeah, got it!" Qin Yao rolled her eyes.
Lin Chen lightly tapped her head. "This place is full of shady characters. Don’t leave my sight."
Qin Yao scoffed. "Why don’t you just lock me in a cage in the car?"
Lin Chen nodded seriously. "Hmm, not a bad idea."
"You blockhead! You’re actually considering it?!"
"I said I’d consider it."
"Considering is already too much!"
Far away, the dark barrel of a sniper rifle extended from a vantage point.
Su Xue'er squinted, adjusting her aim before realizing she couldn’t see clearly. She put on her glasses.
With her vision sharpened, she caught sight of Lin Chen and Qin Yao standing intimately close.
"Tch. Disgusting. Flaunting yourselves in public like that."
Her aura turned icy as she subtly adjusted her scope, centering it on Qin Yao’s head.
"That girl, all dolled up just to seduce men. She’s clearly trouble."
Though Qin Yao wasn’t tonight’s target, eliminating a temptress like her wouldn’t hurt.
"Uh, miss... could you come down? My stall isn’t that sturdy."
The elderly barbecue vendor below looked nervously at the sniper rifle in Su Xue'er’s hands.
Su Xue'er ignored him, keeping her rifle trained on Qin Yao.
"Huh? Where’d they go?"
She frowned, scanning the area. "Why’s it so damn dark?"
"How long are you planning to squat there?"
A cold voice spoke right beside her ear.
Su Xue'er jolted, looking up to see none other than Lin Chen standing over her.
"You—how did you—stop blocking my scope!"
She clenched her fists, furious.
Lin Chen raised an eyebrow, removing his hand from the lens. "Who were you aiming at?"
"None of your business! It wasn’t you, so back off!"
Lin Chen smirked. "Interesting. You chased me from North Africa all the way to Daxia, and now you’re playing sniper? Su Xue'er, don’t you have better things to do?"
Su Xue'er’s face flushed red. "Who’s chasing you?! Don’t flatter yourself!"
Lin Chen shrugged. "Good."
He pocketed his hands and jumped off the stall roof. "Don’t stand so high. It’s dangerous."
Su Xue'er glared at his retreating back, muttering under her breath. "Jerk. A whole year without contact, and this is how you act? That vixen is clearly bad news."
Grumbling, she repositioned her rifle, sparing one last disdainful glance at Qin Yao before shifting her focus to her actual target.
The sniper rifle clicked as she chambered a round.
As much as she wanted to pull the trigger, she knew the consequences would be dire.
Crash!
The barbecue stall suddenly collapsed. Su Xue'er shrieked as she and her rifle tumbled down.
"Lin Chen!!!"
This had to be his doing!
"Ahhh, miss, I told you the stall wasn’t sturdy! Look at this—my grill, all the meat and veggies—ruined! That’s 4,539 yuan down the drain! How am I supposed to make a living now?!"
The vendor, who hadn’t made a single sale all night, wailed dramatically, staring pointedly at Su Xue'er.
Su Xue'er: "..."
Thud.
With her black sniper rifle slung over her shoulder, Su Xue'er stormed down the street in her edgy punk outfit, her murderous aura making pedestrians instinctively step aside.
"Whoa, that girl’s got style! Cosplay?"
"That gun looks so real!"
"Pfft, as if. This is Daxia—who’d dare carry a real gun?"
Ding!
[Target matches criteria: "Casanova"]
"An Yi, what are you staring at?"
Lan Ruoxi waved her hand in front of his face, pouting.
An Yi glanced at Su Xue'er again, intrigued.
"Another 9/10 beauty. Not bad."
Su Xue'er ignored the murmurs around her, her icy gaze sweeping the crowd until it landed on An Yi.
A chill ran down his spine.
"What the hell? Why’s she looking at me?!"
Su Xue'er studied him for a long moment.
An Yi grew a bit tense as well.
Then, Su Xue'er, her face icy cold, reached into her pocket and put on a pair of glasses.
Hmm, wrong person! It wasn’t Lin Chen.
No wonder there was an air of reckless defiance about him!
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for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
