"Indeed, that's utterly beastly." Si sighed for a long while.
Little Wei found Si's words rather unpleasant, so she stuffed cotton in her ears.
"I won't listen, I won't listen."
"I really want to..." Si was thoroughly irritated by Little Wei.
"What? What?" Little Wei didn't quite catch it.
Si fell silent, only speaking again after a long pause. "Nothing."
Little Wei let out an "Oh," took a bite of vinegar-glazed shredded potatoes, and seeing that Si wasn't teasing anymore, finally couldn't hold back.
"Actually, I heard you."
Si: (((p(＞o＜)q)))
Damn it!
"Can't you go a single day without being a brat?" Si really wanted to drag Little Wei to the bed and give her a spanking.
Little Wei: ……
"Fine, should I leave then?" Little Wei was heartbroken by this cold-hearted system.
What's wrong with a girl being a little mischievous?
Little Wei was utterly unapologetic.
"And where would you go? Jump into the sea?" Si was both exasperated and amused.
"How about I commit suicide by overeating?" Little Wei took unreasonable behavior to the extreme.
Si suppressed the anger rising in her chest. No, she couldn't lose her temper. After all, it was Ning Moqing from the previous world who had spoiled this girl rotten.
Damn it, she never expected she'd end up pampering her like this.
What should she do now?
Si began to feel a headache coming on.
Little Wei, however, couldn't care less. The messier things got between the male and female leads, the better—it wouldn’t affect her relationship with her master anyway.
After happily finishing her meal, Little Wei stood in front of a pastry shop on the long street, eyeing the treats.
"What do you think I should bring back for Master?"
"Mung bean cakes." Si seemed momentarily lost in thought at the sight of the pastries but still answered.
"Really? But I don’t really like mung bean cakes. They don’t taste that good to me." Little Wei glanced at them, unimpressed.
Her careless remark made Si's heart ache.
Of course, she knew why Gu Wei disliked mung bean cakes—the last time she saw Gu Wei, she had been eating the mung bean cakes Si made for her.
Back then, Gu Wei used to eat everything she made. But now, things were different. Now, she could devour the entire Gu Xiaowei, one bite at a time.
"I think they’re delicious," Si said.
Little Wei puffed her cheeks. Fine, she’d heard mung bean cakes were pretty good, so she bought a few of each.
"I got an extra portion. Can you eat it, Si?"
Arms full of pastries, Little Wei could barely walk.
"Of course. Waste not, want not." Si snorted lightly. When the crowd thinned, Little Wei watched as her portion of mung bean cakes vanished into thin air.
No doubt, Si had taken them into her dimensional space.
"Are they good?" Little Wei asked eagerly.
"Since you gave them to me, of course they are." Si was so delighted she forgot her place.
Hearing Si’s dangerously flirtatious remark, Little Wei felt like the system was trying to seduce her.
No way, no way, absolutely not!
"Si, you really shouldn’t say things like that. Don’t say it again." Little Wei found Si increasingly terrifying.
"Mm, got it." Si replied lazily.
Little Wei felt something was off about how easily Si agreed but soon returned to the valley.
To her surprise, there were guests in the valley—Zhang Huan, the man whose name she had borrowed when entering the prince’s manor, and his wife, who had rescued the female lead. Seeing the female lead gravely ill, they had brought her to Mu Miao.
This time, he wasn’t alone. His son was with him.
Zhang Hanyun.
"Divine Physician, what do you think of this marriage proposal? Rest assured, my Hanyun will treat you as his own master. From now on, your affairs will be the Zhang family’s affairs." Zhang Huan was still chattering away to Mu Miao.
What marriage proposal?
Little Wei, having just returned, felt like she’d missed some interesting plot.
Zhang Hanyun wasn’t even in the original novel. Now, he sat gracefully on a stone stool, dressed in a green robe, his hair tied up with a bamboo pin. His demeanor was elegant, carrying an air of solitary refinement, his youthful eyes bright as they flicked toward Little Wei.
Then, he smiled faintly.
"Little Wei is back." Zhang Huan turned at the sound of footsteps, smiling as he looked her over, inwardly pleased.
She’d make a fine daughter-in-law.
"Has my disciple returned?" Mu Miao called out.
Now Little Wei understood—Zhang Huan was here to propose a marriage.
But the funny thing was, in the book, Zhang Huan was just a country bumpkin. Yet his son...
Little Wei stole another glance at Zhang Hanyun.
He looked like he’d stepped out of a noble family. His aura alone set him apart, and his looks surpassed even Mo Yujun’s.
"Little Wei, I’m here to propose a match for you. What do you think of my son? He may not have the wealth of the capital’s elite, but he’s destined for an official career—his future is limitless."
Zhang Huan’s face brimmed with pride as he spoke of his son.
Little Wei looked from Zhang Huan’s utterly ordinary face to Zhang Hanyun.
Yeah, there’s no way they’re related by blood.
"By the way, Divine Physician Mu, what do you think of this proposal?"
When Little Wei stayed silent, giving him a pitying look, Zhang Huan felt uneasy and turned to Mu Miao instead.
Mu Miao wore a troubled expression.
"Well, this matter depends on my disciple’s wishes. Though arranged marriages are the norm, and I am something of a guardian to her, I’ve never been strict with her. This decision lies with your son and my disciple."
Mu Miao’s brows remained furrowed, clearly perplexed.
Meanwhile, inside the dimensional space, Si was also frowning, scrutinizing Zhang Hanyun.
"I... I do like Little Wei." Zhang Hanyun spoke first, his gaze fixed on Little Wei’s face, unwavering.
If Zhang Huan hadn’t been there, Little Wei would’ve kicked this man on the spot.
Buddy, she’s straight. No homo—that’s not happening!
"I’m in no hurry. It’s all up to Little Wei." Zhang Hanyun looked down at her, smiling faintly.
Little Wei didn’t hold back: "Dumb mutt."
To her surprise, the man seemed to understand. His expression darkened briefly before he smiled eagerly again.
"Good," he said.
Little Wei: ?????
She’d never seen someone so eager to be insulted.
Seeing Zhang Huan’s confusion, Little Wei grabbed Zhang Hanyun’s sleeve and dragged him toward the creek.
"Who are you? Listen, I can’t marry you."
She even pulled out the dagger she’d bought in the capital earlier, brandishing it at him like a butcher readying a knife for slaughter.
Zhang Hanyun didn’t react to the dagger.
"You’re even cuter than before," he said, his words making no sense.
Little Wei: ?
"You know me? Who are you?" She nearly dropped her jaw.
What the...
Was the world glitching?
"It’s fine if you don’t remember me. But I remember you. You’ll give me two children in the future."
The moment he said it, Little Wei kicked him without hesitation.
"Like hell I will."
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.”
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?"
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?"
