Your Lord Has A Screw Loose? - Chapter 417 - 419 Abyss Missionary

Su Bai unexpectedly finds himself traversing into a world where urban dramas collide, bound by a mysterious system.Upon arriving at Shuxiang Yaju, he happens upon Song Qian, who is awkwardly stuck in a doorway. Without hesitation, Su Bai comes to her rescue from behind, freeing her.From that moment on, their relationship takes an unexpected turn, and before they know it, the two inadvertently find themselves wandering into a tangled web.Just as they become ensnared in one another’s company, they are caught—by none other than Tong Wenjie from Chunfeng.Blushing furiously, Song Qian stammers, “Wenjie, let me explain…”Wenjie smirks, “Explain what? I want in too!”Pei Yin interjects coyly, “Su Bai, don’t you think you should be fair? If you’re tutoring Teacher Song, I’d like the same treatment…”Nuo Lan teases, “Do these stockings look good with my dress?”Gu Jia sobs, “You’re so capable… I can’t help it!”Jiang Nansun calls out, “Su Bai!”And there are more: Xu Hongdou, Zhuge Dali, Wan Yu, Jiang Lai, Qiao Jingjing…

Is a flower demon with three hundred years of cultivation.

Shao Zi’s biggest wish is to beat up that egghead Scholar (shu sheng) that always comes to water plants at noon.

But when she got close and rubs her hands in preparation for action, she realizes that she’s clearly playing along to someone’s rhythm ah!

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...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.