"There, there, what are you crying for? The snake venom has been neutralized. You're fine now, be a good girl."
An Yi reached out and stroked Nie Qinglan's short hair, comforting her.
"I-I'm not crying. It's just... I feel inexplicably sad."
Nie Qinglan rubbed her eyes, sobbing softly. Feeling a bit embarrassed, she quickly wiped her tears away.
She didn't want to expose her vulnerable side in front of her rival in love, Shen Muxuan.
"Here, have some porridge first."
Shen Muxuan said softly.
With red eyes, Nie Qinglan held the bowl and secretly observed Shen Muxuan.
Dressed in ancient-style clothing, she had a graceful figure, and her every movement carried an indescribable spiritual charm.
That exquisite, flawless face was impeccably beautiful. Her pure smile could make anyone fall deeply in love at first sight.
Nie Qinglan took small sips of the porridge, her guard not lowered in the slightest.
Although she was confident in her own looks.
In front of Shen Muxuan, she always subconsciously felt a bit inferior.
It wasn't about appearance or temperament.
It was an indescribable feeling.
After pondering it carefully, Nie Qinglan suddenly realized.
So An Yi liked ancient-style clothes, not black pantyhose!!
Nie Qinglan took a small sip of porridge and secretly made a mental note of it.
Hmm, the porridge really tasted quite good.
"Hey, are you going to tell her?" Zhang Fan asked thoughtfully.
An Yi shook his head gently and sighed, "She's just recovering from a serious illness. Let's wait a few days."
No matter how heinous Nie Chengwen's crimes were, he was still Nie Qinglan's biological father.
Now was clearly not the best time to break this terrible news to her.
"An Yi, I-I'm in danger recently and I'm a little scared to live alone. Can I... can I live with you?"
Nie Qinglan lowered her head, asking somewhat bashfully.
"Of course, you can stay as long as you like. You're welcome here."
Shen Muxuan said with a smile.
Seeing Shen Muxuan's sincere and enthusiastic demeanor, Nie Qinglan felt a bit awkward instead, but tried hard to make her voice sound calm, "Then, thank you."
The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was clear and crisp.
The villa courtyard.
On the table was a high-end tea set.
Freshly brewed cola powder was emitting curling steam.
An Yi sat on a chair, wearing a pair of rimless glasses. His long fingers gently turned the pages of a book, his eyes focused as if he were eagerly swimming in the ocean of knowledge.
Next to him, Hongtian was nestled aside, a Chunghwa cigarette dangling from his mouth. As he smoked, he held a tablet, dragging the progress bar to watch a documentary on canine reproduction.
The two did not disturb each other.
It presented a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere.
"Da Hong, is that guy named Nie Xuan really dead?"
An Yi put down the full-color hentai manga in his hand and gently rubbed his temples as he asked.
He still found it a bit hard to believe and always felt there was something fishy going on.
Hongtian took a deep drag of his cigarette. "I'm not too sure. That despicable guy won't kick the bucket so easily."
Hearing this, An Yi fell into deep thought.
The news that Boss Nie and Nie Xuan had perished together in the Profound Domain had already spread.
This also allowed the Great Xia martial arts world to finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Recently, the Hundred Ghosts Sect had suffered heavy casualties from a missile bombardment, and now their sect master was dead.
The Hundred Ghosts Sect's vitality was severely damaged. It would likely be impossible for them to make a comeback for at least a few hundred years.
The endless incidents of demonic beasts injuring people had also decreased significantly.
Great Xia seemed to have returned to peace.
An Yi stretched his waist, squinting at the sunlight in the sky.
Now that the Hundred Ghosts Sect was dealt with, it was time for him to return to the Ancient Continent.
He had grown accustomed to being lazy. He wondered if he would still be able to adapt when he returned to that world.
The future Chen Bing had told him not to be in a rush to go back.
The current Ancient Continent was undergoing tremendous changes.
Time had already moved forward by three years.
He didn't know if returning now was the best time.
In the kitchen.
Nie Qinglan opened the backyard door and shouted, "An Yi, I made a cake!"
"Coming."
An Yi took a sip of the tea on the table and turned to look at Nie Qinglan.
Then, he spat out the tea in his mouth.
At this moment, Nie Qinglan was dressed entirely in ancient-style clothing.
Judging by the style, she was definitely copying Shen Muxuan.
"Does it look good?"
Nie Qinglan pinched the hem of her skirt and twirled gently, asking expectantly.
She had ear-length black short hair and a quirky, petite appearance. Wearing ancient clothes, she lacked Shen Muxuan's charm, but instead exuded a unique vibe.
An Yi frowned and asked, "Why are you dressed like this?"
"Don't you like ancient clothes?"
Nie Qinglan said, and then lifted her skirt to reveal her long, beautiful legs. "I even wore black pantyhose underneath!"
Pfft!
An Yi, who had just taken another sip of tea, spat it out again before he could swallow.
What a sin!
How could she dress like that!
"Have a taste. The cake Qinglan made is actually quite good."
Shen Muxuan walked out carrying a tray.
"Muxuan!"
Nie Qinglan went up to meet her and hugged her, acting extremely affectionate.
If you can't beat them, join them!
She no longer had any intention of competing with Shen Muxuan for favor.
She simply couldn't compete.
"Alright, alright, the cake is going to fall!"
Shen Muxuan looked at Nie Qinglan rubbing against her face, feeling ticklish, and could not help but giggle.
"The taste is... passable."
An Yi said after taking two bites.
The bread was soft and the cream was nice, but it wasn't sweet at all. It was incredibly salty.
Nie Qinglan puffed up her cheeks angrily. "It's my first time making it, how can you just say it's passable! As punishment... you have to watch Muxuan wear black pantyhose!"
An Yi coughed lightly.
Shen Muxuan, who was beside them, also blushed. "Qinglan, wh-what nonsense are you talking about."
Nie Qinglan teased, "Muxuan, you should try it once too. Your legs are so long, you'll definitely mesmerize An Yi so much his eyes will pop out!"
An Yi rolled his eyes at her. She was making him sound like a pervert!
Was he that kind of degenerate?!
"Muxuan, why don't you give it a try? Qinglan makes a good point," An Yi said seriously.
Shen Muxuan: "..."
Just then, several figures appeared in the sky.
"Who is it!"
An Yi's eyes turned cold. The Dragon Fang Magic Sword materialized in his hand, wreathed in qi.
The newcomers were martial artists dressed in gray, sporting mechanical wings on their backs that were full of a sci-fi feel.
Judging from the auras they emitted, it was clear that these people were highly skilled.
A dense gray mass descended, bringing an overwhelming sense of pressure!
An Yi narrowed his eyes slightly.
It seemed like a fierce battle was about to begin!
However, these clothes seemed somewhat familiar.
The group of gray-clad men arrived in front of An Yi and the other two, and kneeled on one knee in unison.
"Greetings, Boss!"
"Greetings, Boss!"
"Greetings, Boss!"
Their deafening voices echoed through the courtyard.
It shocked all three of them.
"Rise, everyone."
An Yi said slowly, his hands behind his back.
After all, he was now the master of the Asura Sect and the Boss of the An Family Company.
He was no longer the freeloader punk of the past; he now possessed the imposing aura of a superior who commands respect without needing to show anger.
The gray-clad men remained somewhat silent. Ignoring An Yi, they looked toward Nie Qinglan instead.
"Greetings, Boss Nie!"
The deafening voices rang out once again.
An Yi, standing with his hands behind his back, felt his proud, solitary figure tremble and freeze.
Nie Qinglan was dumbfounded. Pointing at herself in surprise, she asked, "Y-You're calling me?"
"That's right."
A bearded man spoke in a deep, solemn voice: "In accordance with the previous leader's final wishes, Nie Qinglan shall be the new head of the Ghost Eagles!"
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!"
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!
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?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
