Futile Devices Scans

Wenren Li tightened his arms around Chen Yixin. He had kept the truth from him partly because he wanted Chen Yixin to remember it for himself, but there was another reason as well: he had been afraid. Afraid that Chen Yixin would blame him. “A-Rong, I’m sorry. I made you wait all these years.” Whether…

1989, Hong Kong, Kau Lung Walled City. This was a city shrouded in mysterious darkness. Seen from above, the entire Walled City was perfectly square, its tightly packed high-rises layered one atop another like a giant Rubik’s Cube built from reinforced concrete and steel. It stood abruptly in Hong Kong’s Kowloon District, utterly out of…

Elio’s Notes: Hi everyone! We’re in the process of editing and proofreading this story. We decided to keep the name of people and gangs in Mandarin, while places and establishments will be either in English or Cantonese. You may see some inconsistencies with the naming since we’re still in the process of editing. The man…

Long since forced to grow accustomed to Ning Xuan’s excitable temperament, Mo Qi gave a drowsy grunt of assent. “Mm.” Ning Xuan carefully considered his wording, afraid that one wrong phrase might traumatize Mo Qi as well. It was bad enough that he alone had suffered; dragging a newly made friend into it merely because…

When Chen Yixin fell asleep, he had been lying upon Woven Cloud with his head pillowed in Wenren Li’s arms. When he awakened, he was still lying upon Woven Cloud with his head pillowed in Wenren Li’s arms—but they were no longer inside their residence in Luanmo City. They were lying together inside a half-open…

At the first glimmer of dawn, the Third Prince pushed open the door and stepped outside. Su Ruhan and another man were kneeling before his bedchamber. A conspicuous wound marked the lower part of the man’s neck, and his head was slightly bowed. The Third Prince used a scroll to lift his chin and found…

Mu Xueshi’s hand was still waving before the Third Prince’s eyes when the Third Prince reached out and pinched his exquisitely delicate cheek. Mu Xueshi cried out in pain, looking even more adorable than before. Instead of withdrawing his hand, the Third Prince continued kneading the same spot on Mu Xueshi’s face. His skin was…

The Third Prince already wore an utterly captivated expression, but Mu Xueshi failed to notice it at all. Rubbing his arms with both hands, he said, “Your Highness the Third Prince, this commoner sincerely repents his mistakes. I’ll go down now and accept my punishment properly.” When Mu Xueshi turned around, his face was still…

The Third Prince already wore an utterly captivated expression, but Mu Xueshi failed to notice it at all. Rubbing his arms with both hands, he said, “Your Highness the Third Prince, this commoner sincerely repents his mistakes. I’ll go down now and accept my punishment properly.” When Mu Xueshi turned around, his face was still…

The Third Prince was not moved in the slightest, nor did he show any intention of accepting it. He merely gave a soft laugh and continued walking. That was exactly the reaction I was hoping for! It would’ve been such a waste if you’d actually eaten it. If I weren’t trying to curry favor with…

Mu Xueshi had been thrilled from the moment the Third Prince took him outside, and the wondrous sights around him soon made it impossible to contain his excitement. In his eyes, the Third Prince’s courtyard resembled a paradise on earth, containing everything imaginable. Add a little carbon dioxide for atmosphere, and it would be no…

“Mu Xueshi, you are nothing more than a convict slave charged with murdering your father. At present, it is the Eight Homage Festival, during which the Emperor and the court officials worship their ancestors atop the towers situated in the eight directions of the imperial palace, praying for peace and prosperity throughout the realm. All…

“Now that you’ve admitted it, stop putting on an act. Did you not wag your tail and beg pitifully enough while serving your sentence?” There was no longer any light in Mu Xueshi’s large eyes. He merely shook his head at the Third Prince, then lowered his gaze to the ground. With his slender, nimble…

Mu Xueshi had originally intended to loudly declare his identity, but the moment he met the Third Prince’s gaze, he hesitated. His trousers were still not properly fastened, his belt hanging messily on either side of his waist, while patches of black paste remained smeared across his face. “If I told you that I’m not…

The Second Prince was puzzled. This was nothing like the Third Prince’s usual behavior. Under normal circumstances, if he had opposed the Third Prince so openly, the Third Prince would never have released Su Ying no matter what was said. Yet today, even after the Second Prince had attacked him, he had shown no anger…

“Too big?” The man gave a low laugh, his lips curving mockingly. His cold, ink-dark eyes held not the slightest warmth, as though someone else entirely were immersed in passion at that moment. Hidden beneath the moonlight was an icy chill. Laughing softly in his deep voice, the man savored the slick passage enveloping his…

Chen Yixin glanced at Wenren Li with mild surprise. Still, considering that Wenren Li was a mighty demonic cultivator at the Soul Transformation stage, it was not strange for him to know such things. Yet from what Chen Yixin understood of him, both Wenren Li’s words and expression revealed utter contempt for this supposed “divine…

The man, however, ignored his companion’s every movement and simply stopped what he was doing. One hand supported his half-reclining body against the grass behind him, while the other idly twined a loose strand of hair scattered across the ground. One knee was raised, and the other leg stretched lazily before him. “How dull for…

“All right.” Wenren Li nodded in agreement, gently stroked Chen Yixin’s hair, then slipped an arm around his waist. Shifting positions, he lifted Chen Yixin onto his back. “Come with me to the Ghost Domain, A-Rong.” “Sure. I’ve wanted to visit the Luanmo Ghost Domain for a long time, but my master warned me not…

Already immune to Ning Xuan’s pitiful, tear-filled expression, Qing Zhu swiftly snatched the untouched spring roll from his bowl. “I know you don’t like sweet food, so I’ll be a good person and generously help you deal with this.” With that, he tossed the spring roll into his mouth and chewed with exaggerated relish, as…