The Empress’ Livestream - Chapter 771: The Fourth Kill and Planning (I)

*Slow Burn Historical Fantasy Novel*

Elise had about to change into the dress that was lying on the corner of her bed when she heard a knock lightly calling from her door. Curious, she turned the door knob only to have a tall man towering in front of her.

“Master Ian!” She called.

Ian smiled with the usual mischievous smirk that he always used. His crimson eyes trailing a little over her room and spotted the black dress over her bed and shifted his eyes over to the woman in front of him. He stepped forward and spoke. “Where did you acquire that dress?”

“Mr. Harland gave it to me.” Elise replied and strained her neck to see Ian’s brows knitted in its elegance.

“Do you know why a man would love to give a woman a dress?” He gave the riddle that she always had to think twice before replying. But this time, she found no answer and instead shook her head. “I don’t know.”

His grin grew bewitching as though something had stirred deep inside the scarlet eyes that he had. He slowly slid his hand over the collar of her dress, sending a cold shiver that startled her for a moment due to its freezing temperature. After unbuttoning the first two buttons on her collar, he tilted his head down, whispering to her ears. “Because they want to be the one to undress the cloth.”

He paused and kissed her neck, turning the pale skin to red before retracting his move to fix his eyes on her and leisurely replied. “Unfortunately, you can’t wear the dress over there with this.” He chuckled and passed a box over to her hand. “And the fortunate news is I prepared a dress for you.”

Elise was a cursed little girl who could see ghosts. Her family hated her and threw her from one adoptive family to another. However, misfortune didn't act alone. When she was brought up by her aunt, she was sold as a slave. When she had thought she would become nothing but a sacrifice to the sorcerer, she was saved by a man whose identity was far different than a normal mythical being.

For five years, Kian tried to beat End Realms: Arcadia — a brutal fantasy game no one ever cleared.He knew every quest, every secret, every ending.And yet, after countless failures, he died… with only one regret.Then he woke up — not as a hero, but as Luca Valentine, a useless extra doomed to die in Chapter 3.Now, on his 1,432nd try, he can’t afford to die.But Luca knows the world inside out.He thought he knew the story. But the story may know him better.

At five years old, the child from the metaphysical family is about to leave the mountain, and the bigwigs of the capital city have come out to see him off.What's so great about a little dumpling?Yun Xiaoqi innocently spreads his hands, claiming he never intended to show off his powers; his simple wish is to be a good child while subtly dominating all sorts of spirits.Many oppose him during this time, and the “Little Celestial Maiden” Yun Ying teams up with various metaphysical leaders to continuously challenge him, only to be soundly beaten, losing face.Finally, the bigwigs bow down in reverence: it’s we mortals who were blind and offended the little ancestor!***The news of the little dumpling ruling over the metaphysical world reaches the Nether Realm.The Lord of the Nether Realm frowns: this milky little master must be the youngest and most temperamental special envoy from the Nether Realm.The little dumpling, carrying a lantern, walks among the mountains and rivers of the earth, guiding the souls with a proud stomp, declaring: Lord of the Netherworld is not much older than me, who are you calling childish!The noble and refined Lord of the Nether Realm lands and transforms into a twelve-year-old boy, gentle as jade: whatever the little envoy says is right.Yun Xiaoqi keeps waving his hands: nope, I'm just working here.

Miss Witch's 'warm' daily life in the Cyber Interstellar Era, occasionally epic and impassioned.————She was a timid girl who grew up in the cyber metropolis.She was a crying child trudging through the mud.She was a Legendary star admired by the vulgar masses for her transcendence.She was a dark songstress who brought sorrow and tears to the world.She was a cold-hearted Witch who could not speak of false hope.She was a bloodstained Angel singing the finale...