Zhang Hanyun was kicked and nearly stumbled.
Yet he wasn’t angry. Brushing the dust off his robe, he stood firm.
"It’s fine. I’m not in a hurry—I’m very patient," he said with a faint smile.
Little Wei eyed the man who clung like a persistent ghost and pursed her lips. "I don’t do gay stuff."
That kind of thing sounded way too terrifying.
"What ‘gay stuff’? You’re not even…" Zhang Hanyun looked her up and down.
"You’re a girl."
He couldn’t have misjudged that.
Though if she were a man, it’d be possible, but since she wasn’t, what was the problem?
Zhang Hanyun felt utterly baffled.
"I…" Little Wei was now certain Zhang Hanyun wasn’t from this world. His tone didn’t sound like anyone she knew.
Her roommates were all too busy to mess around with her like this.
She still kind of wanted to drown him in the river.
"Just leave. Don’t come back here again, or else… You don’t want me to stab you, do you?" For some reason, the sight of this man filled her with intense irritation.
Zhang Hanyun glanced at the dagger in her hand.
"Ah, I’m scared now," he deadpanned.
His flat tone made Little Wei realize her weapon held no threat at all. Frustrated, she kicked him again.
"Get lost." She even bent to pick up a brick nearby.
Meanwhile, Zhang Huan hadn’t gained any advantage with Mu Miao either and could only call out to Zhang Hanyun to retreat. Zhang Hanyun gave Little Wei one last look before leaving.
Little Wei hurled a pebble at his retreating figure, watching the ripples spread across the creek. Then it hit her—
"Hey, Si, you’d know this guy’s identity, right?"
"I don’t." Si had spent ages searching but found nothing about him.
One thing was clear: he wasn’t from this novel’s world.
His claim of being Zhang Huan’s son was definitely fake.
Si narrowed her eyes slightly. There was something familiar about him, but she couldn’t place it. Could he be someone she and Gu Wei knew?
But after thousands of years, Si had encountered too many people and events.
She really couldn’t recall.
"The company’s system might have his info, but if he’s not a direct threat to you, I can’t investigate further."
Little Wei: "…"
"I don’t think he wants to kill me, but a man—ugh, he is a man—trying to possess me? Si, save me, I don’t wanna live this time." She fake-sobbed.
"Most men would find that exciting, no?" Si found her exaggerated reaction amusing.
Mainly because the little brat was clearly hamming it up again.
"Who told you that? I’ll beat them to death." Little Wei shuddered at the thought.
"Your previous hosts?" It suddenly dawned on her.
Wait, was Si some kind of expert in handling gay men? How terrifying. Unlike her, who only knew how to cherish her jiejie.
"Huh? My previous hosts? They were all sorts, but none like you." Si skimmed through past host data. Even when working for them, interactions were minimal.
After all, none were like Gu Wei.
Gu Wei was her ol’—well, now she’d call her wife.
"Other systems handle those cases, though. Some specialize in hosts like that," Si added, recalling past meetings.
"I see." After bickering with Si, Little Wei tiptoed toward Mu Miao, who was lounging lazily on a rattan chair.
Before she could pounce, Mu Miao’s lips moved.
"Disciple?"
Little Wei froze mid-reach, then pulled back, coughing lightly.
"It’s me."
"What do you think of the Zhang family’s marriage proposal? I’d like your thoughts." Mu Miao was clearly still troubled by Zhang Huan’s offer.
In the past, she might’ve agreed—the Zhangs weren’t poor, after all.
But now…
"No." Little Wei refused outright, grabbing Mu Miao’s hand.
Her hand was warm and soft, comforting to touch.
"I can’t bear to leave you, Master." She smiled sweetly.
Mu Miao immediately yanked her hand back, turning away as a blush crept from her ears down her neck.
"Don’t say such things." She bit her lower lip, fingers fidgeting.
Mu Miao tried to evade, but Little Wei wouldn’t let her. She shifted to face her, crouching slightly with a radiant grin.
"I just genuinely don’t want to be apart from you, Master. Are you overthinking this?"
Mu Miao’s face burned hotter. Though she couldn’t see her disciple’s expression, the teasing lilt in her voice was unmistakable.
"You’ve become unruly," Mu Miao grumbled.
"Let’s drop that. I have a question, Master." Little Wei turned serious for once.
"What is it?"
Little Wei pressed her lips together, twisting her fingers before speaking.
"If I made Su Qingyun return your eyes… would you accept it?"
"No, that’s—that’s not right. Su Qingyun, she’s…" Mu Miao looked pained.
"Ridiculous, right? Master, she’s selfish. What has she even done with your eyes? You could’ve healed others, but now you can’t."
Little Wei’s heart ached for Mu Miao. This was her beloved Mo Qing jiejie—albeit a kinder version.
Mu Miao hesitated for a long time.
"No one but me could perform such a surgery."
"I’ll hire the best physicians from the capital!" Little Wei insisted.
Mu Miao still wavered, until Little Wei finally snapped.
"Do you know what she’s using your eyes for?"
She was fuming.
She then recounted everything she’d seen the male and female leads doing, like a tattling schoolkid.
The details were anything but proper. Little Wei gestured wildly, leaving Mu Miao so flustered she covered her face.
"Little Wei, such words shouldn’t be spoken aloud!" Mu Miao stammered, thoroughly mortified.
This disciple had no sense of shame!
No decent person would dare listen to this.
"What? I’m not wrong. They’re yours. Hear me? Even if you refuse, I’m putting them back." Little Wei huffed, fierce now.
A faint smile flickered across Mu Miao’s delicate face.
"Fine, I’ll listen. But you must ask Miss Su’s opinion first."
Little Wei smirked. She’d never listen to Su Qingyun.
That female lead was impossible to reason with. Next time, she’d bring more bricks—that’d make her see sense real quick.
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!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
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."
