After hanging up the phone, the uncle looked at the Haiyi Apartment complex across the street, then glanced at the fresh apples in his hand.
He shook his head with some regret: "Alas, I'm afraid my girl won't get to eat these apples today!"
He casually hailed a taxi, got in with the apples, and headed off in the direction opposite of Haiyi Apartment.
The sky over there seemed to have a kind of gloom that ordinary people could not see through!
After buying ribs at the supermarket, Chen Shuo also bought some daily necessities and returned home with two large shopping bags.
It seemed that the kendo club activities were quite strenuous for Su Xiyan. When she got home, her little face was flushed red, and there were still undried strands of hair stuck to her fair skin on her forehead, starkly contrasting colors.
"The kendo club has a competition?" Chen Shuo asked casually while cutting vegetables.
Su Xiyan took her home clothes to go take a shower: "No competition, just daily training."
"But there are a few new members who are difficult to lead."
Soon, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.
Chen Shuo's sweet and sour ribs made gurgling sounds in the pot, and a sweet aroma wafted out. Chen Shuo tasted one with chopsticks - it was sweet and sour, with just the right taste.
Sweet and sour ribs were quite complex to make. If Su Xiyan hadn't wanted to eat them, Chen Shuo really wouldn't have wanted to bother.
Behind him came Su Xiyan's voice: "Chen Shuo, you're stealing food."
Chen Shuo: "...Aren't you showering? You finished showering so quickly?"
"You never come out of the bathroom in less than half an hour!"
Su Xiyan's expression turned cold, and she fiercely pinched Chen Shuo: "Chen Shuo, do you time me when I'm showering?"
Chen Shuo: "I didn't deliberately time you, just habit."
Su Xiyan: "Besides timing me, what else do you do when I shower?"
Chen Shuo: "..."
He turned the question back on Su Xiyan:
"Do you hope I do something else? Or hope I don't?"
Su Xiyan's little face instantly turned red to the roots of her neck: "Chen Shuo! Say that again and I'll punch you!"
Chen Shuo laughed unscrupulously: "Su Xiyan, I hope you can have a clear and accurate understanding of your own capabilities."
Su Xiyan: "..."
The little girl was both angry and anxious. Her fists pounded heavily on Chen Shuo's body.
She pounded loudly, but it didn't really hurt.
Treating it as a massage, it was quite comfortable.
"Okay, okay, keep hitting and the ribs will burn."
Su Xiyan seemed to still have a hidden foodie attribute. As soon as Chen Shuo said this, her little hands immediately stopped.
The sweet and sour ribs were cooked just right, sweet and sour and tasty, sweet but not greasy.
Night fell, and dinner was on the table.
In addition to the sweet and sour ribs, there were several dishes with different flavors.
Chen Shuo and Su Xiyan were like an old married couple, casually chatting about what they saw and heard during the day over dinner.
"It should be lively in our building tonight," Chen Shuo recalled the middle-aged man with a strong aura from the afternoon.
Su Xiyan: "Huh?"
Chen Shuo went on: "Today I met a man who looked a bit fierce, who seemed to be looking for his daughter, but his daughter was no obedient little girl. She found a boyfriend without telling her dad."
"So the uncle was determined to give his future son-in-law a good lesson."
Su Xiyan didn't seem interested at all: "What's so exciting about that?"
Chen Shuo grinned: "Hehehe, fanning the flames in this kind of thing is what I, Chen Shuo, specialize in!"
"I told the uncle that he must establish his authority in front of his future son-in-law! Let the young people know who the real dad is!"
Su Xiyan looked a little disdainful: "Chen Shuo, how are you like a nosy neighborhood auntie?"
Chen Shuo: "I shared such a fun thing with you, and you're criticizing me?"
"If I had known, I wouldn't have shared it with you. Hmph!"
Seeing Chen Shuo's petulance, Su Xiyan couldn't help but want to laugh.
She picked up her soup bowl and took a sip of the sweet vegetable soup, thinking that since being with Chen Shuo, she smiled more and more often.
Their little life together was like the sweet and sour ribs Chen Shuo made - sweet to eat, sweet in the heart.
It could be summed up in four words: Wonderfully content!
The old district that was about to be demolished, its residents had already moved away, leaving only empty abandoned houses.
Overgrown weeds in front of the houses. The once bustling old village had been abandoned by the times for urban development, becoming extremely bleak.
This area abandoned by humans had become a gathering place for vampires.
The complex terrain, ruins everywhere, basically no one would come here.
This time, more than a dozen vampires gathered together, each with an uneasy expression.
A slightly older middle-aged vampire sighed, his expression mournful: "This evening, another one of our kind died at the hands of a demon hunter."
"This demon hunter is called..."
The middle-aged vampire took several deep breaths of the icy air before slowly uttering three words: "Su Yuanying."
As soon as these three words were uttered, the other vampires were immediately in an uproar!
"Su Yuanying??"
"Hiss~~! That demon hunter about to break through to the legendary realm?"
"Who else could it be?"
"First Tang Zhiyuan, now Su Yuanying? It seems our brethren in Su City have no way to survive!"
Pessimism and despair shrouded the entire abandoned house.
After some discussion, the vampires present made a decision:
First, of course, was to protect themselves, keep a low profile as much as possible, and recuperate;
Second, find the Demon King who had appeared in Su City before. With the Demon King, they would have something to rely on. The existence of the Demon King was a huge encouragement to all vampires, it was almost like a ray of light illuminating their way forward, full of hope;
Third, if they saw the traitor Chen Shuo alone, they would of course kill him - executing the traitor and cleaning house was something every vampire had to do!
The vampire gathering did not last long. For safety reasons, they did not dare gather for too long, in case the demon hunters noticed and wiped them out all at once.
At night, in places where the lights did not reach, there lurked far too many dangers!
Haiyi Apartment, top floor, warm light shining through the windows.
Recently Su Xiyan had exams to prepare for, often studying late into the night.
After finishing studying, Su Xiyan would always have Chen Shuo prepare a snack for her.
Chen Shuo couldn't help complaining, this woman doesn't diet at all? She used to exercise a little more to burn off extra calories, but now she even wants a late night snack.
But she doesn't seem to gain weight?
It had been like this for a while, yet her waist remained slender.
When Chen Shuo brought the snack to Su Xiyan, he glanced at her sitting in the chair.
Slender waist, easy to grasp in one hand.
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?"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
