Seeing these two people, Little Wei finally understood how to write the phrase "torturous love."
She raised her hand to touch her face—it was numb.
Just destroy everything already, she was exhausted!
"If that's the case, and you refuse to part, then Consort De's eyes must also be returned to Su Qingyun. After all, this is what I owe Su Qingyun. Little Wei, when the time comes, I’ll leave this matter to you."
The Emperor had long noticed Little Wei peeking at the palace entrance. Though it was improper, the Emperor always indulged her, and Su Zhe simply turned a blind eye.
"Understood, Little Wei obeys." Little Wei stepped forward and bowed.
A scorching gaze landed on her. If the Emperor hadn’t been present, Little Wei would have kicked Mo Hanyun straight out the door.
But Su Qingyun had just undergone surgery, and the wound needed time to heal before further procedures. Otherwise, even with divine intervention, there would be lasting complications.
The Emperor granted Su Qingyun permission to recuperate in the palace while sending Mo Yujun back to his residence. He couldn’t stand the sight of his troublesome son.
After giving his orders, the Crown Prince escorted the Prime Minister out of the palace. Watching the Prime Minister leave, he then turned to Little Wei, who was squatting on the ground, sulking as she counted ants.
"So, have you made up your mind?" Mo Hanyun crouched behind Little Wei, a faint smile on his face.
"Who the hell are you looking for? I don’t know you." Little Wei had completely lost patience with this man.
You bastard, just drop dead!
Go to hell!
"Of course you don’t know me, but..." He chuckled softly. "Forget that scoundrel Gu Wei. Marry me instead—I’ll treat you well."
Little Wei: "..."
It took her a solid eternity to process one thing: this guy seemed to know her.
But... wasn’t she Gu Wei?
"Oh, here’s the thing—I actually used to go by the name Gu Wei." Little Wei raised an eyebrow and deadpanned at Mo Hanyun.
Then, she watched as the smile on his face vanished in an instant before he bolted in terror.
Little Wei scoffed. "Pfft—that’s it? And he dares to mess with bromance? Pathetic."
From within the system space, Si glanced at the fleeing figure and vaguely recognized who he might be.
She had a hunch about his identity.
This man had once pursued her relentlessly, viewing Gu Wei as his greatest romantic rival.
But how had he mistaken Gu Wei for her, Si’s reincarnation?
And more importantly—how had he managed to cross into another novel’s universe?
"Si, I think we’re in the clear. He probably won’t bother me again." Little Wei shrugged. This guy was weak—too weak. Next time, she’d find someone sturdier, someone who could actually fight her.
"Don’t be so sure." Si’s brow twitched. Knowing his personality, he wasn’t the type to give up easily.
"We’ll see. I’m going back to my master now. You, as a lonely single, better take care of yourself. If you ever find a male system, let me know—I’ll send you a red envelope."
Little Wei stretched lazily, thoroughly pleased with herself.
Si: Fine, no point getting angry.
Since when was she a "lonely single"?
What Little Wei didn’t expect was that her days of suffering were just beginning.
And that suffering came in the form of the Crown Prince she’d dismissed as a joke—Mo Hanyun.
In all her years, Little Wei had never met anyone as shameless as Mo Hanyun. Breaking into her room in the dead of night, stealing her blankets—what kind of lunatic did that?
"Are you out of your damn mind?" Little Wei clutched her poor, defenseless quilt, glaring at the marauding bandit Mo Hanyun.
Even if he was into bromance, at most they’d share a bed—but stealing blankets? What kind of hero did that?
Off with his head! Ugh!
"I’m perfectly sane. I just wanted to confirm something—you’re clearly a woman." Gone was Mo Hanyun’s daytime elegance; now he looked every bit the ruffian.
Little Wei snapped. She already had a temper when woken up, and this nonsense pushed her over the edge.
"You’re full of crap. If I hadn’t had that accident, I’d drop my pants and slap you with the truth."
Mo Hanyun: "..."
"Okay, now I believe you." He suddenly released the blanket.
Little Wei: ???
"She would never be this crude. Only you could be this vulgar. But since you’re a woman now, I’ll let bygones be bygones—I won’t hold a grudge over you stealing my wife." Mo Hanyun sighed in relief, though...
What was with that smug, gloating look in his eyes?
Little Wei was ready to grab a blade.
"Freak, I’m going back to sleep." She yanked the blanket back, yawned, and barely touched her jade pillow before Mo Hanyun tugged it away again.
"What... do you even want?!" Little Wei gritted her teeth, fantasizing about beating this sleep-disrupting beast to death with a stick.
Mo Hanyun blinked innocently.
"Come on, let’s grab a drink. Who sleeps before midnight these days?"
Little Wei: "..."
No, she had to murder him.
"I’m not going. We’re not close." She rolled over, presenting him with an emotionless back of her head.
Yet, after an eternity, she still let herself be pestered into leaving the palace with this nuisance.
Staring at her rival, who now resembled a radish, Mo Hanyun nearly teared up and ordered a lavish feast for Little Wei.
"Knowing you’re a girl puts my heart at ease. I’m so moved—who’d have thought you’d end up like this?"
Little Wei: (a string of incoherent curses)
"Go get your brain checked. There might still be time." Little Wei was convinced this man was deranged.
"Don’t worry. Your wife will be my wife now. Look on the bright side—I’ll send you a big red envelope." Mo Hanyun brushed off the details, cheerfully pouring her wine.
Little Wei was baffled. "What wife? I don’t have a wife."
Mo Hanyun quickly covered his mouth.
"Never mind, pretend I didn’t say that. By the way, you’re surprisingly convincing—not bad at all." He gave her an appraising glance, pausing at her chest before clicking his tongue in approval.
Then he met Little Wei’s icy, murderous gaze.
Mo Hanyun: (O×O)
"Take it back."
How could someone this fierce ever get married, even as a woman?
Mo Hanyun had his doubts.
"Where do you know me from?" Little Wei asked.
This was strange. She was certain she’d never met him, yet there was an odd familiarity—the kind that made her want to punch him every time he appeared.
"That... I can’t say. If I do, I’ll get kicked out." Mo Hanyun glanced skyward before whispering to her.
Standing this close, he caught a whiff of fruity fragrance from her, momentarily dazed.
But how had he never noticed before? This person had a real talent for being a girl.
Soft skin, tender flesh—very bouncy.
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?!
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?"
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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.”
