Yandere Erii, stop tormenting Lu Mingfei!

Lu Mingfei hated Jiangnan to death.

He recalled that many years ago, when he was a penniless junior high school student, he was holding twenty yuan that he should have spent at an internet cafe. As he passed by a bookstall, he glanced at the book and was immediately stunned by the five sophisticated titles of the book, "Novoland: Eagle Flag".

A legendary and magnificent world unfolded before his eyes. He witnessed Ji Ye, Yu Ran, and Lü Guichen's first encounter in Nanhuai City, watched the wonderful time when the teenagers stole flowers, used springboards to pick dates, and was shocked by the characters' fates. His chuunibyou spirit ignited, and he shouted the slogan: "The armor is still here!"

But just as the story was about to reach its climax, it ended!

Damn it, it's gone!!!

Lu Mingfei was extremely anxious and restless. He frantically searched online for "the sequel to Novoland: Eagle Flag", "Ji Ye's ending", and "Jiang Nan's updates", but found nothing. At first, he thought Jiang Nan just hadn't updated yet, but several years passed and he became a high school student, and there was still no sequel to Novoland: Eagle Flag. He couldn't help but wonder if Jiang Nan had died suddenly.

Later he learned that there are authors in this world who are all reincarnations of eunuchs!

They dig a hole and then don't fill it!

The book was abandoned and left unfinished!

Jiangnan, on the other hand, is the "Nine Thousand Years Old" among these eunuchs, the king of pit kings.

His hatred was sown at that time.

So looking at Jiangnan in front of him, Lu Mingfei wondered if this was his only chance in this life to kill Jiangnan and avenge himself!

He gripped Jiang Nan's neck tightly, making it difficult for the other man to breathe. His face turned red, and he futilely pounded on Lu Mingfei's hands, squeezing out a voice from his throat: "Let go! I promise I'll update Kyushu soon! If I die, Kyushu will be completely gone!"

Lu Mingfei released his grip and looked at Jiang Nan with a mixture of belief and doubt.

Despite his hatred, he couldn't really strangle him right there; the protagonist was still hoping to see the ending of Kyushu.

"I remembered I have something to do, so I'm leaving now!" Jiang Nan coughed violently several times, and after calming down for a while, he immediately activated his skill and ran away! He dashed out of the maid cafe in a flash.

"You'd better actually write Kyushu properly!" Lu Mingfei clenched his fist, otherwise he would have to issue a global arrest warrant for this guy!

After Jiangnan fled in disarray, he was filled with emotion and became melancholy.

"The readers hate me so much; this surging resentment, this burning hatred born of love, is so beautiful, so dangerous—like a bewitching, fallen poppy!"

"In the future, I shouldn't reveal that I'm from Jiangnan so easily."

He touched the marks on his neck, feeling a wave of fear wash over him.

……

……

The flight from Tokyo to New York has taken off.

Lu Mingfei and Erii finally bid farewell to this bustling metropolis.

Looking back on everything he has experienced during this period, Lu Mingfei can be described as having undergone a complete transformation.

Two short months have been more exciting than the past eighteen years of his life!

He especially remembered what happened in the Moon Forest last night, when the top-ranked guy, Kazama Ruri, booked the entire Maid Cafe and threw him a farewell party.

Kazama Ruri wore an exquisitely beautiful twelve-layered kimono, with layers of crimson, dark blue, and sandalwood, embroidered with intricate maple leaves and crane patterns in gold and silver threads.

Her long hair cascaded down her back, secured with jade hairpins and floral ornaments. Her face was adorned with flawless, exquisite makeup reminiscent of a kabuki performer, her lips a deep crimson, her eyes tinged with red. Every smile and frown was breathtakingly beautiful, almost otherworldly, like a peerless kabuki performer from a novel.

Even Lu Mingfei couldn't help but sigh when he saw it, "When it comes to cross-dressing, you're really something!"

Unfortunately, I am not Zhao Menghua, and I don't have a thing for effeminate men. I only admire Kazama Ruri.

Ruri Kazama, dressed in her finest attire, performed an ancient dance for him that she couldn't name. The dance was graceful and simple, yet poignant and beautiful. Combined with his lyrics, it told the story of a beautiful woman parting from her lover, reluctant to leave him.

Lu Mingfei got goosebumps. Was this guy confessing his feelings?!

He's really done something terrible, turning so many good men gay!

So he pretended not to understand, and didn't dare to eat the mille-feuille cake that Kazama Ruri had arranged, for fear that he would faint and wake up the next day with a sore butt, as if he had been drilled by a tunnel boring machine.

"What are you thinking about?"

A slightly lazy and coquettish voice rang in his ears, interrupting Lu Mingfei's recollection.

Lu Mingfei turned his head and saw Erii tilting her head to look at him, a sly smile playing on her lips.

"White, White Princess?"

Lu Mingfei recognized her; Erii's eyes were innocent and cute, but Shirahime's eyes had a fox-like allure.

"So you've finally decided to come out?" Lu Mingfei said irritably. "In the two months you've been in Tokyo, you've only been out a handful of times. When you did come out, it was just to eat, and then you'd disappear."

"What? Missed me?" Bai Ji leaned closer, her cherry lips whispering in his ear, her warm, sweet breath washing over him.

"I'm just curious." Lu Mingfei's cheeks flushed slightly.

Bai Ji's smile faded slightly. She turned her head and looked out at the vast sea of ​​clouds, and couldn't help but say:

"There's something about Tokyo that makes me uncomfortable," she said softly, her brow furrowing slightly. "I don't want to be in that place."

She paused, then gave Lu Mingfei a flirtatious wink: "But, when I woke up, I saw everything I was supposed to see. You two were really perverted. And your kissing skills have improved a lot, which made me, who could only passively accept it, feel quite satisfied."

Lu Mingfei glanced away shyly, speechless. He knew that Bai Ji could feel all the physical intimacy he had with Erii. What kind of nonsense was this?

At this moment, Shirahime asked curiously, "Does Genji know of my existence?"

"He knows." Lu Mingfei nodded. "I told him that he took Erii for a checkup, but the data didn't show anything. Besides, you've practically disappeared in Tokyo, and Genji is also skeptical about it."

"Does Tachibana Masamune know about this?" Shirahime asked.

"I don't know then." Lu Mingfei looked at her. "Is there something wrong with him?"

"His bloodline is tainted." Bai Ji frowned slightly. "I don't know what his problem is, but the person himself may have a problem. Of course, this is just my subjective opinion, and you don't need to worry about it."

On the other side of the world, in a cheap apartment in Brooklyn, New York.

Old Tang suddenly sat up in bed, his whole body drenched in cold sweat, his heart pounding as if it were about to explode.

He had a dream, a dream so vivid it was terrifying.

In his dream, he walked through a magnificent bronze palace, his feet on cold floor tiles engraved with strange patterns. He wore a black robe embroidered with ferocious beasts whose names he did not know, and the crown on his head had twelve strings of jade tassels hanging down, making a crisp clinking sound as he walked.

On both sides were subjects prostrate on the ground, their faces obscured, while in the distance came magnificent and ancient music.

He walked step by step to the end of the hall, where there was a throne made of dragon bones and bronze.

Old Tang was filled with inexplicable and immense joy.

That was his place, of course.

He stepped forward, turned around, and prepared to sit down to receive the worship of the masses.

Just as his buttocks were about to touch the throne—"Bang!"

The door to the main hall was kicked open roughly, and a figure walked in against the light, his steps casual, yet carrying an invisible and suffocating pressure.

The visitor was dressed in a simple T-shirt and jeans, completely out of place in this bronze palace.

Old Tang stared at him in shock.

Lu Mingfei!?

Lu Mingfei's face remained expressionless; he merely glanced at him and then casually waved his hand.

It was like a divine will, or a supreme decree.

The magnificent and imposing imperial robes and crown on Old Tang's body vanished instantly, replaced by a rough and dirty gray-white prison uniform.

An irresistible force pressed down on his shoulders, forcing him to kneel heavily on the cold ground towards the throne, his kneecaps throbbing painfully.

He looked up in surprise and saw that Lu Mingfei had already leaned lazily against the bronze throne, looking down at him with a calm expression. His golden eyes seemed to be burning, and his expression was noble and majestic.

An overwhelming fear gripped Old Tang. His teeth chattered as he gazed up at the familiar yet unfamiliar face on the throne. A ridiculously absurd title, yet seemingly emanating from the deepest recesses of his soul, escaped his lips:

"father!?"

"You're not dead!?"

Lu Mingfei smiled and said calmly, "As long as I live, you will all be my subjects!"

Old Tang rolled off the bed onto the floor with a thud.

He woke up in pain from the fall.

"Holy crap! What kind of dream is this? I finally got to be the emperor in my dream, and before I could even enjoy my harem of three thousand beauties, Lu Mingfei stole my throne? And he wants to be my father!"

He couldn't figure out why the dream was so abstract, so he yawned and rolled back to bed.

This time, he heard a familiar and clear voice:

"Brother...please, eat me..."