What? Why does Zhang San, who has no emotional experience, make up so many heartbreaking stories?
Zhang San said, are you kidding me? And lamented, there are so many illogical people in this world.
It is said to be made up. Why do you need emotional experience? As if the scholar who wrote martial arts stories is a master at the peak of realm.
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Outside the room, Zhang San who was listening quietly showed a knowing smile.
These bandits are really going beyond expectations!
Sure enough, as long as these bandits feel that if they don't send Wang Xiaoer away, they may be killed by Wang Xiaoer at any time, it can maximize their potential in story telling!
After all, according to normal people's thinking, being able to endure poison once does not necessarily mean being able to endure it a second time.
What's more, the second time has come!
For example, Bandit A has just been poisoned by Wang Xiaoer for the second time.
Too brutal!
So Bandit A's story was naturally particularly hard-working, and it was vivid and eloquent. If the story of "marry me if you are handsome, or repay me in the next life if you are ugly" was not made up by Zhang San himself, Zhang San who was listening outside might even believe Bandit A.
Zhang San nodded outside the door, highly praised and comforted the bandits for their efforts, then sneaked away. Now he basically believed that these bandits should have no problem in brainwashing Wang Xiaoer.
Next, he just had to wait quietly for the fruits of victory.
Before leaving, Zhang San couldn't help sighing softly: "On one hand I can let Wang Xiaoer practice medicine, on the other hand I can brainwash Wang Xiaoer. I, Zhang San... am so f**king smart!"
Wise like me!
After a gratifying laugh in his heart, Zhang San left.
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Every night after that, Wang Xiaoer went to Zhang San's room to report today's medical treatment, so as not to show a bad face when something really happened.
Zhang San asked Wang Xiaoer.
Wang Xiaoer didn't say.
Zhang San didn't ask much.
Until a few more days passed, counting, master and disciple had stayed in the mountain fort for ten days.
That night, Wang Xiaoer came to Zhang San's room, said nothing, cried first...
After Zhang San 'caringly' comforted for a long time, Wang Xiaoer slowly told that these days, while treating them, these bandits had been telling Wang Xiaoer about their own real life, making Wang Xiaoer cry at one point and rage at another.
Although strangely, the core of each person's story had the shadow of a woman.
But Wang Xiaoer didn't care, after all a man's life always has the shadow of a woman, whether it's your mother, or your dream lover.
However, the story today was told by Bandit D, only this time it was not about his life, but a story about his hometown, Qinghe Town.
The protagonist of the story is Wu Dalang, whose wife is named Pan, with a playboy named Ximen in between.
You must know the story.
But Zhang San didn't know yet.
So Zhang San asked Wang Xiaoer carefully, why cry for a story, after all, this story... was not made up by him.
Zhang San was a little worried that the story made up by Bandit D might not conform to the central idea he mentioned that night, after all these bandits didn't seem to be very educated no matter how you look at them.
Wang Xiaoer retold the whole story to Zhang San, and then Zhang San's heart said...
Damn!
Although he said they could improvise freely, who would have thought these bandits actually had this level.
The level is off the charts!
With Wu Dalang, the leading steamed bun business, as the protagonist, his story is simply heartbreaking to hear, and heartbreaking to know about. After hearing this, who would dare to get married!
"What was this bandit called? He's simply a genius." Zhang San praised Bandit D in his heart.
Wang Xiaoer cried to Zhang San: "Master, you don't know, those bandits were too pitiful for being harmed by women, nine out of ten of them became bandits because they were harmed by women! I don't want to be a bandit anymore!"
Zhang San 'curiously' asked: "Xiao Er, don't be sad, isn't there still one left who wasn't harmed by women?"
Hearing this, Wang Xiaoer cried even more, saying: "Of the ten, the last one, although he wasn't harmed, it was his wife at home who looked down on him for earning too little from honest work, and forced him to become a bandit!"
Zhang San, whose acting skills had already reached the state of transformation, showed a look of shock at this moment, as if he didn't know at all that such things could happen in this world.
But in fact, the story of the last wife forcing her husband to become a bandit was also made up by Zhang San.
Seeking absurdity rather than reasonability!
After all, Wang Xiaoer, who had been ravaged by more than a dozen sad stories, Zhang San believed that being a little absurd with the last few stories, Wang Xiaoer probably wouldn't notice.
Seeing no flaw in Zhang San, Wang Xiaoer cried to Zhang San: "Master, I won't marry a wife in the future, women are too scary!"
Zhang San bragged to himself in his heart, and marveled that after all he was just a nine-year-old kid, although he wanted a wife, he didn't really understand anything between men and women. Beating him was useless, but scaring him a bit with a few bandits' mouths and washing his brain, he immediately gave up.
But do you think Zhang San just needs to smile back at Wang Xiaoer at this point?
No, you are still too young.
Of course, this is when you should press the advantage!
Zhang San frowned and said to the crying Wang Xiaoer: "Xiao Er, you can't say that. Didn't you say you want to marry a wife to help your mother do housework? It's not good to give up halfway."
Wang Xiaoer knelt immediately!
Hugging his master's thighs, he begged bitterly: "Master, don't! I don't want any! Just let Xiao Er stay with you for a lifetime!"
Zhang San sighed, and said, "Xiao Er, since you said so, I have to promise you, but Xiao Er, a man's word must not be broken!"
Wang Xiaoer quickly said, "I won't break my word, I won't break my word!"
Zhang San nodded with a smile.
Wang Xiaoer's gender concept remodeling is temporarily completed (please circle "temporarily").

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!

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.”

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."