Ning Yu also got out of the car, mimicking the man's actions, and discreetly surveyed him with her eyes.
The man was extremely frail, thin, and had deep dark circles under his eyes.
Either he was indulging in excessive lust or had been staying up late for years.
Relying on the gun in his hand, he seemed completely unafraid of the two girls.
He slowly walked over, smoking, and took the cigarette out of his mouth, taking a deep drag, but didn't finish it before flicking it to the ground.
Quite extravagant.
"Hey, the one with the big chest, put your knife down."
He raised his chin slightly, indicating.
?
Ning Yu narrowed her eyes, feeling that this man was very rude.
Shen Yiyue almost burst out laughing, but it seemed a bit strange to laugh in this situation.
After all, she had received professional training and usually wouldn't laugh, unless...
She glanced at Ning Yu with a very subtle look, taking in her barely developed chest.
It looked like a flat iron.
She quickly noticed Ning Yu's murderous gaze, even more terrifying than the man with the gun, and quickly averted her eyes, pretending nothing had happened.
Shen Yiyue followed the man's instructions and slowly put down the long knife, dropping it to the ground.
"Good, kick it over."
The man issued his second command.
Shen Yiyue didn't hesitate and kicked the knife over.
Only then did the man feel relieved and slowly walked over, holding the gun.
The underground garage was dimly lit, and it was only then that the man saw Shen Yiyue's appearance.
She was beautiful, with a curvaceous figure, fair skin, long black hair elegantly draped over her shoulders, bright eyes, and cherry-red lips.
A fine catch.
The man let out a quiet sigh and his eyes immediately turned lecherous.
He lightly placed the gun on Shen Yiyue's abdomen and began to scrutinize her up close:
"Beautiful, come back with me."
As for what would happen when they got back, it goes without saying.
He then glanced at the silver-haired little loli Ning Yu beside her:
"Is she your sister?"
"Tell her to drop the bag and scram, I'll let her live."
Relying on the gun, the man acted magnanimous, gently sniffing the fragrance of the girl's hair, and was about to move his face closer to hers.
"Can I bring my sister with me?"
Shen Yiyue smiled beautifully, seemingly unafraid of the man, and pretended to make a request.
Hearing this, the man immediately showed an impatient expression and started to curse:
"I'm not negotiating with you! Hurry up and..."
But before he could finish, Ning Yu had already made a sudden move from beside Shen Yiyue.
With her base physical fitness of 10 points, she was very fast, and she quickly slapped the man's hand holding the gun.
The man reacted quickly and immediately pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
A deafening gunshot rang out at close range.
Unfortunately, the direction had already been skewed by Ning Yu, and the shot hit the wall beside them.
Ning Yu's dagger quickly followed, slashing at the man's hand with lightning speed!
The force was so great that it sliced off his fingers holding the gun along with part of his palm.
The man's eyes widened in disbelief; how could this little loli be so fierce?!
Just as he was about to scream in pain, Shen Yiyue had already followed up with a coordinated move, delivering a powerful uppercut to his chin.
The punch sent him flying backward and knocked him unconscious.
Ning Yu slowly walked over, picked up the gun that had fallen to the ground, and inspected it.
It was a common 9mm handgun, and she couldn't name the model; this was Blue Planet, not her original place, but that didn't matter.
She disassembled the gun completely in a few seconds, as if by instinct, and examined its internal structure.
The barrel that had just fired was still hot, but Ning Yu didn't care.
Shen Yiyue, who was beside her, was shocked, her mouth forming an "O" shape:
The gun that had just fired a shot was disassembled into parts so quickly by Ning Yu?
"Xiaoyu, should I kill him?"
Shen Yiyue came to her senses and asked Ning Yu.
Ning Yu was playing with the bullets of the gun, feeling a familiar warmth after not touching the thing for a long time.
Without looking up, she said:
"No, keep him, he's useful."
"Huh?"
Shen Yiyue was a bit puzzled.
Ning Yu finally finished playing and quickly reassembled the gun, her movements flowing smoothly.
She gave Shen Yiyue a sly smile:
"Of course, it's for robbing the rich to help the poor."
"We're almost too poor to even cook rice."
Shen Yiyue nodded, roughly understanding what Ning Yu meant.
They had consumed some supplies these days and needed to replenish them, though they weren't quite at the point of not being able to cook rice.
After waiting for a while, Ning Yu stepped forward and slapped the man across the face.
"Smack!"
He didn't wake up, so Ning Yu added two more slaps, and the man finally woke up with a start.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the black muzzle of the gun pointing at him.
The seemingly harmless little loli was looking at him with a cold gaze.
The situation was clear; he quickly put on a flattering smile, ignoring the intense pain in his hand:
"Ah, little sister, it's all..."
Before he could finish, Ning Yu stepped on his mouth, and the dust from her shoe sole fell into his mouth, making him very uncomfortable.
"I ask, you answer."
Ning Yu's cold voice spoke, and the man shivered in fear, feeling that if he didn't cooperate, he would be shot.
He could only hurriedly nod, indicating his compliance.
He secretly feared that little lolis nowadays were so fierce?
"How many of you are there?"
Ning Yu asked the first question and lifted her foot.
"There... there are two more."
The man answered while gently spitting out the dust from his mouth, having swallowed quite a bit from that kick.
"What weapons do you have?"
"Just... just one gun, with me, they... they only have knives and steel pipes."
"Where are you? Lead the way for us."
Ning Yu kicked him again, signaling him to get up quickly.
The man realized the situation was dire; he had intended to rob these two girls' motorcycle but ended up being robbed himself. His heart was filled with bitterness.
He clutched his bleeding hand, showing a bitter expression:
"We... we don't have much... please let me go..."
"Bang!"
Ning Yu fired a shot next to his right ear, causing him to first lose his hearing and then suffer severe tinnitus.
He shivered in fright and then realized he was unharmed.
"Lead the way."
Ning Yu's cold voice made it clear she didn't want to repeat herself.
He had no choice but to get up, covered in dust.
Shen Yiyue had already retrieved the long knife she had kicked away and her backpack.
Ning Yu instructed Shen Yiyue to lock the motorcycle with the keys and prepare to head to the man's hideout for supplies.
"It's... it's upstairs, I'll take you there..."
The man no longer dared to resist and obediently said.
Behind him was Ning Yu with the gun and Shen Yiyue with the backpack, and the two began to converse about something.
"Xiaoyu, he said you have a small chest..."
"You're full of it, yours is too big, look at yourself."
"Ah, you're getting angry, you're getting angry... ah, it hurts, it hurts!"
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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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?”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
