Celestial Emperor of Devouring - Chapter 63: We Can’t Get Them to Help

In his previous life, Zhang Beixing died young due to health reasons, but he was reborn back in his college days.Looking at this young, healthy but frail body, he decides to start working out rigorously from today onwards, to become strong and healthy.【Question: I want to enhance my constitution and keep getting stronger, what should I do?】Zhang Beixing seeks help online, and by sheer coincidence, the Persuasion System appeared. As long as he listens to advice and implements others' suggestions, he could acquire Ability Points and get stronger indefinitely.“Run too slow? Run with weights! Carry a load of fifty pounds, and run a crazed ten kilometers every day, you'll be as light as a feather.”“Lack of jumping strength? That's because you haven't done the Left Foot Stepping on Right Foot. Workout like this and you can reach the sky...”

The more ruthless the Palace is, the more miserable the loser will end up—this he understands. But what he does not understand is, why the brother whom he lived together with peacefully in the past, would so heartlessly humiliate him today. Asking him to beg for mercy, asking him to succumb to his knees, and even… asking him to tactfully entertain him. “Yong Shan, ah, Yong Shan, as of today you are the one who qualifies to succeed as a Crown Prince, what exactly is it that you want?”

For the past 16 years, Yong Qi’s gaze was never set on him. Despite being twins with his younger brother, Yong Lin, Yong Qi has always been directing his smile and laughter towards Yong Lin, and to him, Yong Qi deliberately alienates him. He does not understand, they have the same features and looks, and he obviously is his brother too, but why won’t he be intimate with him… as if he is humiliating him. “Yong Qi, ah, Yong Qi, why won’t you understand, what I want is very simple…”

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Traversing into a Fantasy World, Watson became the youngest son of a run-down baron, ranked eight in the family.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”