In pleasant conversations, time always flies quickly.
Su Luo was quite happy to listen to Little Yu chat away, and seeing her growing more animated, Su Luo couldn't help but smile.
Suddenly, Little Yu handed a gift box to Su Luo.
"Oh, here, this is for you."
"What is it?"
Su Luo took it, examining the box.
Little Yu shook her head. "I'm not sure. Li Siyi asked me to give it to you. She's preparing for a breakthrough and couldn't come personally."
So that's the reason. As for what was inside, Su Luo was also curious.
He opened the box directly to find a piece of clothing inside. It was fiery red, full of celebration.
But if the character in the middle wasn't the word "prisoner," it would have been perfect.
There was also a letter inside, though it was rather short.
"Su Luo, this time I'm breaking through, so I can't come to see you. Take this gift as a token of my wishes for you to become our treasured prisoner more often. I really want to see you wear it in person; it must look quite dashing, right?"
"O(∩_∩)O Haha~"
Hmm...
Am I, one of the Seven Sons of the Demon Lord, supposed to wear such a festive outfit?
If word got out, people would laugh at me for half a year. Don't I have any pride?
Fitting it on anyway, it turned out to be a perfect fit.
Pfft...
"Little Yu."
"Yes?"
"You're laughing?"
"No... no, haha!" Little Yu finally couldn't hold back. The outfit was just too ridiculous, especially on Su Luo, who was usually of a different style.
The huge contrast made Little Yu burst out laughing.
"Laugh all you want, I knew it would be like this."
"No, it actually looks quite fitting."
"Hmph, fitting, huh? Then you try it on."
"Ah...?"
As Su Luo began to take off the outfit and put it on Little Yu, Nangong Xiyun returned.
Su Luo and Little Yu naturally noticed her presence.
The three of them looked at each other in silence, and the atmosphere became a bit tense.
Nangong Xiyun said, "It seems I've come at an awkward moment."
Hearing these words, Su Luo almost instinctively blurted out, "No, you've come at the right time," but quickly realized.
This was Nangong Xiyun, after all. No need to provoke her.
And with his current status and position, it's best not to be reckless.
Su Luo quickly put the outfit back on, standing tall and proud, emphasizing the "prisoner" character on his chest, showing he was a mature and disciplined captive.
"Greetings, Peak Master Nangong..." Little Yu respectfully addressed her.
As the leader of their group, Little Yu taking Su Luo out without permission was already overstepping her boundaries.
Nangong Xiyun hadn't expected them to be playing like this but calmly said,
"It's fine, as long as Su Luo isn't set free. Considering the Sect Master's involvement, you can play however you like."
"Right, I would never let Su Luo go."
After all, the time they had together was already limited; she wouldn't let him go.
Nangong Xiyun nodded and left.
Su Luo found it strange—just like that? She wasn't supposed to be this lenient, right? He thought she would lock him in a dark room.
Little Yu thanked her sincerely, "Thank you, Peak Master Nangong."
Though she didn't understand why, this outcome was the best.
Su Luo also didn't want to provoke Nangong Xiyun. Presently, she was the only one here who could harm him.
He continued chatting with Little Yu.
They talked until nightfall, and even then, Little Yu felt it wasn't enough. However, Su Luo had to return; otherwise, Situ Ye would be the only one suffering.
At least he had to go back and mock him.
Su Luo returned to his confinement room. Situ Ye had been brought back earlier and had recovered slightly.
"You... where did you go?" Situ Ye couldn't find Su Luo when he returned and thought he had been rescued, leaving him alone.
"Ah, what a pity. I was called out and beaten up, but you don't know how dangerous it was. I almost died at the time."
"Do you think I'd believe that? You don't have a single injury, and you even changed your clothes."
Situ Ye was already furious and, hearing Su Luo's words, felt like he was just showing off and mocking him.
Oh, Su Luo's new outfit wasn't the festive one; Little Yu thought Su Luo's original clothes were a bit dirty, so she gave him a new set.
It was primarily black with some dark gold accents.
Not bad, quite handsome.
Su Luo, of course, exaggerated.
"This is a long story. Initially, I was getting beaten up badly, but then, then my aura of supremacy burst forth."
"Who'd have seen a me so powerful before? They all knelt, utterly subdued by my presence, pleading for my mercy."
"Being a good person, I decided not to hold it against them and let them go."
Situ Ye had never seen such a brazen liar before. "Believe a single word of yours, and I'd be an idiot."
"Don't believe me? Let me tell you another one. You know Nangong Xiyun, right?"
"Of course I do. You're not going to tell me she was also subdued by you, are you?" Having been stabbed a few times, Situ Ye naturally recognized Nangong Xiyun, who was an important figure in the Seven Stars Sword Sect.
That would be stretching it. Su Luo meant to say they were evenly matched, but to claim he had subdued her, he'd need to write several more diary entries first. He wouldn't dare make such a claim without them.
Situ Ye, not waiting for Su Luo to speak, jumped in first. "Alright, then can you get Nangong Xiyun to pour you tea? If you can, I'll believe you."
He said this because he saw Nangong Xiyun behind Su Luo, setting a trap for him.
If Su Luo said anything disrespectful about Nangong Xiyun, it would be even better. Like, sure, go ahead and boast, brag away, the overconfidence now would only lead to greater consequences later.
Su Luo wasn't aware of Situ Ye's intentions, but he wouldn't ask Nangong Xiyun to pour him tea, even if she might not hear it. No need to tempt fate.
Su Luo was thinking about how to respond when he heard a voice.
"Demon Lord Su, here's some tea."
Without looking back, Su Luo knew it was Nangong Xiyun.
"Thank you, but I'm not thirsty." Su Luo dared not accept the tea.
Nangong Xiyun, however, was quite familiar with this routine. When she was "Ah Yun," she had often poured tea for Su Luo.
Situ Ye was dumbfounded. Not only did Su Luo not even speak, but Nangong Xiyun also poured him tea?
No, this couldn't be real.
Su Luo maintained a calm exterior, but inside, he was a bit panicked. In front of Situ Ye, though, he kept up the facade, not speaking because he didn't know what to say. He couldn't figure out why Nangong Xiyun was pouring him tea, so he chose to stay silent and wait.
"Demon Lord Su, would you mind coming out?" Nangong Xiyun said behind Su Luo, her tone calm, giving no hint of her intentions.
"Not convenient, it's already late. Please return, Peak Master Nangong."
"You'll come out whether you want to or not." Nangong Xiyun dragged Su Luo out directly, not allowing him to resist.
"Hahaha, serves you right." Situ Ye burst out laughing, thinking Su Luo had offended Nangong Xiyun. Hopefully, he'd return in one piece.
He even dared to have Nangong Xiyun pour tea for him. He'd probably get stabbed a few times.
Situ Ye experienced Nangong Xiyun's sword for himself and was glad to see Su Luo facing the same fate.
This was only fair. Why should I be the only one suffering?
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he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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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?”
