"That's great, I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight, Si." As soon as Le Xiaowei heard Si agree to her request, she kicked her legs and was out like a light.
Si: "..."
She really disappeared fast.
But seeing that Xiaowei was fine, Si felt relieved.
After a good night's sleep, Le Xiaowei woke up feeling much more energetic.
Did Si secretly inject her with stimulants while she was asleep?
No, it must be because they’d been together for so long that she had grown accustomed to Si’s presence. As long as Si was by her side, she felt completely at ease.
After all, even keeping a dog for long enough would make you attached, right?
As soon as Le Xiaowei stepped out, she saw Yuan Qiaoqiao drying bedsheets. The indoor temperature was still too low, so they had to rely on supernatural abilities.
"Big sis, you're awake? The snow seems to have stopped," Yuan Qiaoqiao said with a bright smile.
The snow stopped?
Le Xiaowei rushed to the window and looked outside. Sure enough, the snow had ceased, but a thick layer still blanketed the ground like a fluffy cotton quilt. Just then, knocking came from downstairs.
By the time the two went down, they only saw Xie Gantang closing the door.
"We’ll probably have to head out soon—there’s a mission."
A cold glint flashed in Le Xiaowei’s eyes. Did this mean the chance to kill the male lead had arrived?
Thanks to Qiaoqiao, her current strength was now a hundred percent superior to Xiao Linfeng’s.
But killing someone with her own hands for the first time… She was so nervous. Was this what high-stakes survival in the apocalypse felt like? Her palms were sweating.
"Are you two coming?" Xie Gantang couldn’t help but glance at Le Xiaowei.
He knew killing Xiao Linfeng was this girl’s main objective. With the snow just stopping and the outside situation still unclear, their mission was mainly to scout dangerous areas. Few people were venturing out now—it was the perfect opportunity to eliminate Xiao Linfeng.
"Of course we’re going," Le Xiaowei clenched her small fist.
Xiao Linfeng was an anomaly—better to deal with him sooner rather than later.
Just as Le Xiaowei was thinking this, Le Xu opened the door, holding a mission card and a pile of breakfast items.
"Steamed buns, soy milk—these are supplies for the mission. Oh, and Xiaowei and Qiaoqiao should stay at home—"
Before Le Xu could finish, Le Xiaowei cut him off.
"I want to kill him myself," she said, her voice icy.
Le Xu paused, pressing his lips together.
"Fine. We’ll find a secluded spot."
Though killing was common in the apocalypse, Xiao Linfeng was a valued powerhouse in the Northwest Base. If anyone saw them as the culprits, it would be hard to explain.
"By the way, where’s Xia Jingli?" Le Xu glanced around but didn’t see her.
Normally, Xia Jingli was the earliest riser and would even clean the entire house on her own.
"Oh, she said she ran into an old classmate in the base yesterday. She probably went out to catch up with them," Xie Gantang said, smacking his forehead as he remembered.
Le Xu didn’t pay it much mind. Xia Jingli had a key to the villa anyway, and it was fine if she didn’t join them.
An old classmate?
Le Xiaowei, however, grew slightly suspicious.
After finishing breakfast, the group was about to leave when they spotted Xia Jingli chatting with a girl at the door.
The moment Le Xiaowei saw the girl, she laughed.
"Qiaoqiao, someone’s even shorter than you."
Yuan Qiaoqiao, suddenly called out, looked embarrassed.
What nonsense was her sister spouting today? She wasn’t that short.
The girl heard Le Xiaowei’s remark but didn’t seem offended.
"Hey, Lili, are these your teammates?" Yu Qiu peeked inside, her eyes curving sweetly, her voice bright and crisp.
Yu Qiu was the epitome of an adult loli—her hair tied in a cute bun, her snow-white down jacket a rare sight in the base. She looked like a ball of energy, her face full of youthful glow, her round eyes blinking as she exhaled small puffs of warm breath.
"Yeah, they’re all my friends. You probably know Le Xu," Xia Jingli said with a faint smile.
Le Xu frowned.
"Bro, you know her?" Le Xiaowei leaned in, eyes sparkling with gossip.
"The base leader’s daughter. I met her when I visited his place," Le Xu said flatly, rubbing his nose.
Le Xiaowei nodded in understanding. No wonder her clothes didn’t look like she was out here fighting zombies—if she was the princess, it made sense.
But that also meant there was no hope. Le Xu wasn’t the type to be tender toward women. Having a girl like this around would probably drive him crazy.
Sure enough, when Yu Qiu heard from Xie Gantang that they were heading out on a mission, she perked up instantly.
"Can I come with you?"
She clung to Xie Gantang’s arm, her eyes twinkling.
"Don’t hang on me. For the record, I’m gay," Xie Gantang said awkwardly, peeling her arm off.
Yu Qiu’s face fell.
Le Xiaowei: "..."
She knew it.
Xie Gantang’s goofy charm was oddly appealing to girls. As for her brother… He could be warm around her, but right now, he looked like a walking ice zombie.
"Miss, you should go home. We’re leaving," Le Xu said emotionlessly as he opened the door.
"Why not? I’m strong too—I have abilities! I won’t slow you down!" With that, several icicles materialized in front of Le Xu.
Ice powers…
Le Xu raised a hand, and azure flames flickered at his fingertips, instantly melting the icicles into water. Yu Qiu’s cheeks puffed up like steamed buns.
"I’m already Level 5, but my dad never lets me go out," she grumbled.
Ignoring her complaints, Le Xu drove the car out of the villa gate. Le Xiaowei and the others quickly got in, while Xia Jingli patted Yu Qiu’s hand.
"Enough. Go home. If something happens to you, we’ll be held responsible."
Yu Qiu was the base leader’s precious gem—even Xia Jingli didn’t dare indulge her whims.
"Hmph!" Yu Qiu snorted, pressing her face against the window to glare at Le Xu.
"Walking around with that grumpy face all day—I curse you to stay single forever! Bleh!" She stuck out her tongue.
"Thanks for the blessing," Le Xu replied dryly, rolling up the window.
Yu Qiu’s eyes widened, but before she could retort, the car drove off.
"Le Xu!" She stomped her feet in frustration.
With a personality like that, how did her dad even take a liking to him?
Yu Qiu couldn’t wrap her head around it. Her father had even told her to spend more time with Le Xu to "build a connection." Build what connection?
But…
Heh. Sneaking out of the base? Too easy for her.
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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.”
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.
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?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
