Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor - Chapter 194, Sneaking a Lesson

[I traveled through time and entered the Taoist holy land Tianshi Mansion to practice. 】

Lei Jun: “This is a good start.”

[Late in getting started, late in practicing, mediocre in abilities, and slow in cultivation. 】

Lei Jun: “This is a bit bad.”

[Seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck, luck predicts the future, and choices determine life. 】

Lei Jun: “My golden finger is very powerful.”

[Top sign: …to get a fifth-grade opportunity, move secretly, and have no worries, good luck. 】

Lei Jun: “This is good, are there any others?”

[Lower sign: … Before you get any harvest, you will encounter a big disaster, you will be in a dangerous situation, and the casualties will be unpredictable. It is fierce. 】

Lei Jun: “Very good, I choose to sign.”

From now on, the benefits will not be lost, and the troubles will not come to you.

Life is in a simple mode, and you can watch others’ thrilling clouds rise and fall indifferently.

- Description from novelbuddy

The 35th Test Platoon of Antimagic academy, they’re one of squads enrolled at academy specializing in raising the witch hunters, whose job is to find and neutralize any magical threats!

Unfortunately there’s a group of failures nicknamed “Small Fry Platoon”, a platoon formed from bunch of self-centered people who can’t cooperate and have personality problems.

Will they manage to overcome their weaknesses and shine as the strongest platoon?

1. For two years, Mu Qinglin was worried about something, and often went to drink in Hongmen Alley, the unintentional East Street.
By chance, she conveniently rescued a little hedgehog with a plump mouth.
Coaxing her to go to school, accompanying her to grow up, smoothing out her hair in handfuls, this little hedgehog took a fancy to her, chased her with both soft and hard methods, and after smoothing out the things in her heart for her, vowed to stay with her for the rest of his life.
Later, he left her without any warning, and there was no news of her for many years.
2. In the years after the breakup, Zhou Yi walked tens of kilometers on the grassland thousands of miles away every day, protecting the wild animals and their habitats that might be killed at any time with his flesh and blood.
Brutal, dry, and unknown.
When he died again due to poor medical and equipment conditions, Zhou Yi, the deputy captain of the patrol team, decided to return to China to seek financial help.
In the drinking game with the leadership of the foundation, Zhou Yi was poured several glasses of white wine and used the excuse of going to the bathroom to induce vomiting.
Coming back and bumping into Mu Qinglin’s familiar face, Zhou Yi’s nerves were broken, and he subconsciously called her, “Sister——”
Mu Qinglin, who was the host and guest, was silent for a few seconds, then burst out laughing, “Who is Captain Zhou called?”
Zhou Yi came back to his senses, rubbed his face carelessly and said, “Sorry, I admitted the wrong person.”
The smile on Mu Qinglin’s face disappeared in an instant, and he couldn’t leave the wine all night afterwards.

It was night, Zhou Yi returned to the temporarily rented house exhausted, and when he came out of the shower, someone grabbed his wrist and clasped it behind his back.
Mu Qing, who smelled like alcohol, came up to him, gritted her teeth and asked, “Admit it?! Zhou Yi, it’s only been five years, how dare you forget me completely?!”
Zhou Yi pursed his lips tightly and dared not speak.
Over the years, she obviously misses the smell of this person crazily…
● 1v1, he, reunited after a broken mirror, with an age difference of 8 years
● Wildlife Ranger vs Investigative Reporter
● When I miss you, you are in my eyes, in my heart, and in my passionate life.

Content tags: Romance in the City, Reunion after a Broken Mirror, A Match Made in Heaven, The Proud Son of Heaven
Search keywords: Protagonist: Zhou Yi, Mu Qinglin ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:

- Description from novelbuddy

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.