Volume 1, Chapter 36: The Secret Base, Su Jinyao and Yu'er

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Ding-dong! Congratulations to the host for successfully implanting the idea of a homosexual inclination into the Child of Destiny.
System Notification: Task "Su Daji" completed.
System Reward: Secret formula for the Youth-Restoring Pill.
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A secret formula for the Youth-Restoring Pill? Doesn't that mean it can be mass-produced?
Ever since the KTV incident, all of Jinghai knew that Tang Lei had come out of the closet.
Photos of the two men kissing were scrambled for by every major media outlet.
Cheng Lingyu’s expression was unusual; in his mind, he heard a distant call—the voice was hazy, yet possessed a sense of familiarity.
"Shall Brother Huaiyan feed you? How about that?" As he spoke, Gu Huaiyan had already scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Liu Yanxue’s lips, and only then did she obediently drink the porridge.
Looking at the bright horizon in the distance, Yun Xuan couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh of relief. It was a stroke of good fortune that this danger hadn't befallen him this time.
What surprised her was that Ruan Zhinan had arrived at the inn even earlier than she had. Upon seeing her, he was overwhelmed with joy, yet he still cast shy glances in her direction.

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At first, he thought it was just a prank by the girls in the public relations department, but when those dull footsteps echoed again, he didn't think so anymore.
Every supporting character has their own exclusive story; it’s just that the author hasn't written them down yet.
Unfortunately, the servants passing by witnessed the scene and immediately concocted a series of rumors, which spread rapidly from person to person.
It was a magnificent and enormous palace; parts of it had collapsed, but for the most part, it remained well-preserved.
"Yes, then you should rest. I will head back now. If you need anything, just give orders to the servants!" The Black Killer, not daring to linger, hurriedly took his leave.
Gu Chuhan had already collapsed onto the bed, let out a sigh, rolled over, and turned again, finding a comfortable spot to close his eyes.
Following closely, hundreds of sea beasts splashed onto the shore, charging toward Demon-Hunting City with menacing momentum.
Furthermore, as soon as they sailed out of the long-secret dry dock, a large number of ship-girls descended onto the flight deck one by one.
Seeing the Golden Monkey’s expression—a mix of excitement and trepidation—a warmth flashed through Wang Ping’an’s heart, and he nodded with a smile.
"There’s too much going on; it’s better if we each live our own lives!" Gu Chuhan didn't want the trouble. Since they were staying in the capital for the Lunar New Year and there were several wounded in the family, they would just spend the holiday peacefully.
After a bout of intense pain, Madame Fang tried to ignore the discomfort in her stomach and ate half a bowl of noodles, but then the pain became unbearable.

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This blood pool, nearly ten meters in diameter, was discovered by Tang Bao’er while she was hunting a blood demon. The blood energy contained within it was many times denser than that of blood crystals, so she had been cultivating there, never expecting that Wang Hao would find this place as well.
Tang He had just left Er Ji at the time and immediately wrote him a letter, even inciting him to report back to his family, as if he were terrified that their Yang family wouldn't get involved.
On Earth, that host, Hua, was merely a host; there were some things beyond his control. But Zhou Yi was different—he was not only the host but also the chief planner and director.
Where the flying sword cleaved through, the Thunder Dragon detonated with a roar. A massive mushroom cloud slowly ascended, the surrounding space shattered layer by layer, and terrifying spatial forces rampaged and roiled.
"Mingxuan, why did you come down without wearing any clothes? What if you catch a cold?" Meng Qi asked angrily.
Zhou Mingxuan clenched his fists; every word the man spoke felt like a needle piercing his heart.
During his visits over these days, he had seen far too many instances of his own sect members acting like tyrants. Relying on being local bullies, they were polite to cultivators with influential backgrounds, but not nearly as courteous to those without connections.
Yingchun looked up at Sun Shaozu and told him about what had happened that morning. Sun Shaozu put back on the heavy cloak he had just been about to hand to Sizhu. "Wait for me; I am going to check on Mother." Having said that, Sun Shaozu turned and left.