Upcoming stories: Master and Three Wild Men Ran Off [Ancient-to-Modern Transmigration] and I Really Do Like Money. Check out my author page and add them to your collection!
Third year at the Creator Academy.
Ning Yan, a poor student, became the creator of planet B-2311.
Other people’s planets were already fighting interstellar wars.
Ning Yan’s planet had finally produced its first naked little person.
Other people’s planets were on the verge of destruction.
Ning Yan’s planet had finally crowned its first emperor.
Blue Star: “Dad, you’re kind of useless.”
Ning Yan: “Shut up, you little brat.”
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But it wasn’t all bad. For instance, he’d raised an incredibly beautiful little person there.
Obedient, clingy, and a little crazy.
“If you don’t come back, I’ll smash my head in right now. Just you watch.”
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Fourth year at the Creator Academy.
Every high-level experimental star system was destroyed in the G-556 universe’s Big Bang.
In the next instant, everyone turned their eyes to the only planet still fit for experiments: Ning Yan’s low-level Blue Star.
Blue Star: “Dad, I’m scared.”
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Ning Yan couldn’t bear to leave his little naked person behind.
Ning Yan ran off with the baby.
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The higher-ups: “Slow down! Don’t let the baby fall! Come back already!”
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Blue Star: “Dad, stop running. I’ve been having earthquakes for three years. They held a ritual to sacrifice you to heaven.”
Ning Yan: “Who did they sacrifice?”
Blue Star: “...The emperor.”
Before the words were out, the little naked person he considered the most beautiful being in the world appeared right in front of him.
Obedient, clingy, and a little crazy.
Ning Yan: “Can things really work out this well?”
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Lin Yu offered himself as a sacrifice to heaven, only to arrive in an unfamiliar place.
The man before him was noble and radiant, and his face was astonishingly like that of the divine son he had longed for in his dreams.
He had once held the statue’s hand and promised that he would marry the divine son when he grew up.
But more than a hundred years had passed since he last saw the divine son.
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The two sides faced off, weapons drawn, while his divine son was surrounded on all sides.
Through the flames, Lin Yu walked step by step toward the divine son. He gently cupped his face and leaned in to kiss his forehead,
then asked softly,
“Have they been bullying you?”
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A volatile divine son bottom × a loyal attack as mad as a rabid dog
Strong leads who dote on each other.
Upcoming fantasy romance story, bottom’s perspective: Master and Three Wild Men Ran Off [Ancient-to-Modern Transmigration]. Please add it to your collection!
[Bottom]
Mo Buxin was exceptionally gifted.
But he had a dog of a disciple, Qi Heng, who insisted on outdoing him in everything.
So annoying.
Even today, when Mo Buxin was undergoing his tribulation, the disciple had to go first.
But after a thunderclap, the disciple transmigrated, and so did Mo Buxin.
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The disciple who once thought himself invincible was now gravely wounded and on the verge of death.
In this strange world, he was as weak as a young beast.
Mo Buxin: “Good. Die.”
But the disciple grabbed his robes pitifully. “Master... don’t leave me.”
Mo Buxin was deeply unwilling, but he had no choice but to look after him.
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With his naturally lovely face, effortless acting skills, extraordinary courage, and three thousand years of hard-won demon-slaying skills,
Mo Buxin finally made it into the entertainment industry.
He even managed to thrive there by accident.
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Powerful figures from every walk of life began courting him.
The wealthy movie emperor: “Would you like to star in this movie with me?”
The promising young general: “My warship will always welcome you.”
The distinguished crown prince: “Would you like to visit my castle?”
Mo Buxin: “Is this really the kind of joy a man devoted to spiritual cultivation is allowed to enjoy?”
Mo Buxin: “A weak disciple? Who’s that? I don’t have a disciple.”
[Attack]
As the only god across the three thousand worlds, Qi Heng found the three wisps of his soul that he had once casually tossed out when he arrived here.
One had become a general, another a movie emperor, and the last a crown prince.
His daily routine while recovering was simply to transform into these people and tease his little master to his heart’s content.
Until one day, Qi Heng saw a text message that read:
Mo Buxin: “Just wait a little longer! Once my disciple is dead, I’ll go with you!”
Qi Heng: Hm? This is a huge problem!
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From that day on, Qi Heng couldn’t help thinking that his little master’s eyes were saying something like:
“Are you dead yet, disciple? Your master wants to run off with those wild men.”
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Qi Heng: “? Can someone help me...? I think I’ve taken this too far...”
Master? Look at me? Look at your adorable little disciple, okay? Master? Master!
MASTERRRR!!!!
[Attack: The strongest in the three thousand worlds, but still constantly trying to get himself killed.]
[Bottom: A cool, aloof beauty with a seductive air, calmly watching certain people try every possible way to get themselves killed.]
Upcoming story I Really Do Like Money. Please add it to your collection!
“You can mess with me, you can mess with my body, but don’t mess with my money.”
“I’m twenty-four. Is there something wrong with liking money?”
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Xing Ye kept a canary, but damn, this bird was way too noisy.
“Boss, give me money. Boss, look at me. Boss, I’m hungry. Boss, give me money, give me money, give me money. I’ve spent it all again.”
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He made his debut at eighteen, and now he was twenty-four.
Chi Hui had been kept by Xing Ye for six years.
“Boss, are you really not going to do anything to me? I feel kind of guilty taking all this money.”
Xing Ye: “If you don’t want it, give it back.”
Chi Hui: “Yay! You’re such a sucker!”
Xing Ye liked giving him money. He liked seeing Chi Hui’s eyes light up when he got it.
Even though the noisy canary really only cared about money.
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Xing Ye used money to keep him by his side for six years, until the company teetered on the brink of collapse.
He scraped together one last sum and tossed it to Chi Hui. “Go.”
Chi Hui blinked his rabbit-like eyes. “...You won’t have any more money after this. You really won’t? How can this happen...?”
Xing Ye gave a bitter smile, unwilling to look at the disappointment on Chi Hui’s face.
Chi Hui: “Then wait for me...”
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That day, Xing Ye watched as Chi Hui made twenty-eight trips with a battered backpack.
He hauled stacks of gold bars over, bag after bag, and piled them in front of Xing Ye.
Chi Hui’s eyes were red, but he was trying not to cry. “Is this enough for you to make a comeback?”
Xing Ye: “? Is it still in time to turn myself in?”
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Chi Hui set the money down in front of his boss, then burst into sobs.
Xing Ye was deeply moved and almost confessed his feelings, but then the noisy canary said,
“Boss, waah! I saved this up for six years. You have to remember to pay me back! You have to rebuild your business. Suckers like you are hard to find, waah! Hic!”
Theme: In facing hardship together, seek the meaning of life.
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