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Le Ning, who had been cultivating on a mountain since childhood, came down the mountain.
The fortune weighing down on his head kept forcing his soul out of his body.
If he couldn't stabilize his spirit soon, he would be done for, so he had no choice but to come down the mountain, earn merit, and stabilize his spirit to extend his life.
The mountain folk had told him that life down below was hard, and that everything from walking to sitting cost money.
Le Ning was already prepared to sleep under a bridge.
And then...
He casually planted a potted plant, and a businesswoman bought it. Her back stopped hurting, her neck felt better, and even her hair grew thicker.
Businesswoman: "Master, do you have any more? I'll buy as many as you've got! This works way better than those anti-aging creams and Thermage!"
A formation he drew on a whim.
Its markings were flawless, its spiritual energy calm and profound.
The people of the magical arts world, whose traditions had been lost: "How did you draw this? Please teach us, Master! We'll pay tuition! It doesn't matter whether we can learn it. We just want to give you some money!"
Listening to coins clink into his purse, Le Ning turned around in confusion and looked at the plants filling the courtyard and the stacks of books on formation runes.
You people down the mountain are really strange!
After coming down the mountain, Le Ning picked up a cat. The cat was perfect in every way, with fur as soft as a handful of snow.
There was just one problem: no petting, no kissing, and no sleeping together.
Every day, he used all his wits to trick the kitty into letting him pet it. The more he tried, the stranger his beloved cat became.
One day, he called out, as if by accident, "Mr. Wen."
The snow-white cat stiffened, then slowly turned back into the refined and elegant Wen Xingzhi, gazing at him hopefully.
Le Ning was heartbroken. "...Turn back into a cat!"
A gentle, modest god-like top × a bottom who is a master of the occult arts and an extreme furry who came down from the mountain.
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[The Little Taotie Eats Ferocious Beasts, and the Whole Interstellar World Can't Get Enough]
Yu Mian transmigrated into a book as the cannon-fodder fiance of an imperial marshal. In the original story, he followed the marshal to guard a desolate planet, caused trouble nonstop, and somehow ended up starving to death.
Little Taotie Yu Mian says there's no way he's going to starve to death. With an entire planet that big to eat, how could he possibly starve?
When the legion went into battle, he hurried over, clop-clop-clop, and knocked out a whole bunch of ferocious beasts with one hoof. "If you smash them up, they won't taste as good!"
The soldiers who had nearly been killed by the beasts: ???
During a livestream, the antis were overjoyed, waiting for Yu Mian to struggle to survive. "Here we go, here we go! This time, Yu Mian's going to lose a layer of skin if he doesn't die."
The little Taotie opened his mouth wide enough to swallow the sky and gulped down a ferocious beast.
Burp... What were you saying?
At first, the little Taotie ate meat by the mouthful, and everyone watched him like a beast-recycling machine.
Later, everyone discovered that the ferocious beasts blasted with Yu Mian's magic weren't just purified. Eating them could also suppress the deadly berserk elements, so they all begged him to eat less and sell them some.
Yu Mian looked at all the comments in disbelief.
Tell a Taotie to eat less?
Don't you think that's taking things too far?
Being transmigrated as cannon fodder who starved to death was bad enough. Then Yu Mian gradually discovered that the marshal also had an eating disorder.
An eating disorder?!
Was this really a creature that could peacefully coexist with a little Taotie like him?
**Little Scene**
When they first arrived on the desolate planet, Ji Chen laid down the rules for Yu Mian.
"As long as you behave and keep your distance from me, I'll give you two hundred thousand star coins a month."
Yu Mian had been a corporate wage slave in the modern world, where his monthly salary hadn't even been enough to eat.
!!!
Hesitating for even one second would be disrespectful to food!
The little Taotie zipped to the other side of the table, his two hooves crossed over the fluffy white curls on his chest. "Is this a good distance, sir?"
Later, the marshal wanted to sit on the same sofa.
Yu Mian, who was well-fed every day, said with perfect obedience, "Just a moment. I'll make room for you!"
Ji Chen: "...You don't have to sit quite that far away."
A fierce top × a bottom who simply won't listen.
Theme: All the waiting is worth it
