Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Xia Yanle floated on the grass, somewhat speechless.

"You're really something, you can't even learn to be afraid."

No matter where she goes, she can track her down—

Xia Yanle thought, why not kill him before the energy runs out? No matter what the mission is, I don't care about my identity as a platform user or anything else. I'll give the future Mr. Weiran a big gift and get rid of this menace.

Xx

Today's update, yanderes, is a little late.

I'm a white-stockinged, yandere loli, let me start by rolling around in a panic (*'?Д?)

Chapter Fourteen: They All Sick (3K views, please vote with monthly tickets)

The stars twinkled, like tiny, blinking eyes, silently watching the one-sided beating below.

Using the location of the bushes as the center point, she charged forward in all directions, trying her best to break through the encirclement. But every time she was two meters away from the center point, Xia Yanle's figure would appear in front of her. He would bend his index finger and thumb, and flick it forward in mid-air. She would be hit by an invisible force and tumble backward while grabbing the tree branches.

The child's body was supple, and she was different from ordinary people; she was completely unharmed, looking as disheveled as a clump of grass being blown by the wind.

Xia Yanle appeared on the southeast side and flicked his finger.

"Give up, you can't beat me."

[In the bushes] Silent and still, he got up and charged again.

Xia Yanle appeared on the north side and flicked her finger.

"It's also cute to admit defeat at the right time."

[The bushes] did not answer, but charged forward headfirst. With each impact, a few leaves fell from the branches. The bare branches could not hide the disheveled girl inside. She was a far cry from the pretty and neat girl she had been when they first met. Now she was covered in dirt and grime, her clothes covered in dust and mud, looking as disheveled as a palette.

Her right hand stood tall like a freshly risen steamed bun, wrapped only haphazardly with a handkerchief.

"Why are you so persistent?" Xia Yanle chuckled softly as she snapped her fingers again, finding it amusing.

"Hey, you know perfectly well—if this continues, I'll accidentally kill you—"

Although she spoke with a smile, Xia Yanle was not joking.

Her target was right in front of her—but who cares!

She can do whatever she wants now; she has superhuman abilities and holds the power of life and death over others.

She had previously used a crude and simplistic approach to dealing with her targets.

Beat her into submission.

The moment they met, they would throw her far away, calculating her trajectory and mitigating the impact to prevent serious injury, but each time it only undermined her confidence.

He used his extraordinary abilities to crush her from a superior position.

For a normal person, one attempt is enough. Even for someone with a strong will, ten or more attempts are enough to discourage them, make them realize the gap between them, and ultimately lead to defeat.

There's really nothing to be afraid of in the face of setbacks.

What people fear most is their own mental exhaustion.

Once you doubt yourself, question yourself, and ultimately affirm your own weakness, you simultaneously place your opponent in an invincible position, establishing an unbreakable hierarchical structure. In that instant, you are truly defeated.

Xia Yanle initially intended to do this to Mingguang.

Shatter her confidence, constantly tell her that she is weak, that she is useless, and that she doesn't deserve Mr. Weiran.

Where did you crawl out from? Go back to where you came from.

But as time went by, she gradually noticed something was amiss.

The target chose to endure, but did not give up, and followed her time and time again. Even though Mr. Weiran did not have any tracking system, she was able to move forward without confusion, like a traveler chasing the North Star.

This ability is amazing and fun, but in the long run, it will be a disaster.

Xia Yanle thought to herself, while casually issuing a warning.

"If you die, you'll lose everything—"

"Your dreams, your future, your love life—think about it carefully—"

With that warning, she flicked her finger, and the girl was instantly lifted into the air, dozens of feet high. Her hands were still frantically and uneasily gripping the two bare branches, while a pair of dull, heterochromatic eyes stared intently at her.

There was tension and unease, but there was no surrender or begging for mercy.

"That's interesting~~" The bones are hard.

She smiled and twisted her index finger, putting the sickly girl upside down. With a flick of her finger, the girl returned to gravity and fell directly to the ground.

During the fall, she remained silent. The two tree branches slipped from her grasp midway, leaving only the boy who resembled Xiao Weiran in her arms, as if she were holding onto the last lifeline.

In a split second between life and death, her figure suddenly stopped ten centimeters off the ground.

Xia Yanle maliciously stopped abruptly without any buffering, and the force of gravity hit her body. Although it only lasted for a moment, it still made the little yandere girl gasp for breath in pain and let out a soft moan.

“Come on, repeat after me.” Xia Yanle’s blue eyes sparkled, her tone soft and gentle.

"I said I'd let you go tonight."

“I, Mingguang, dare not approach Mr. Weiran again.”

The human heart is fragile, but human language is a powerful weapon.

People can be misled by their own words, gradually hypnotizing their own minds.

They drove nails into her heart, weakening her will time and again.

"Hey, it's simple, right? Tell me and I'll let you go—" Xia Yanle laughed.

"I don't want anything else from you, just promise not to go near Mr. Weiran again. It doesn't matter if you lie, just repeat it after me once, and I'll let you go tonight."

The girl remained silent, her large eyes fixed on her.

Stubbornly and silently, she resisted this extreme and crushing situation in her own way.

Xia Yanle smiled and raised her index finger, causing the girl to suddenly rise higher.

"No problem, I still have time to spend with you—"

It can only be said that two similar Stand users will be attracted to each other.

Transcending the dimensions of time and space, Xia Yanle's pranks were surprisingly similar to Bai Weiran's.

With a flick of his finger, Xiaomingguang fell down again.

“Come on, repeat after me, I will never dare to go near Mr. Weiran again.”

"........."

The figure was lifted high again, then fell.

After repeating this more than ten times, Xia Yanle also became a little impatient.

She is patient with the things she likes, but that doesn't mean she has the same patience for other things.

Mingguang's refusal to speak, even at the cost of his life, instead stirred up her cruel nature deep within.

This type of yandere is designed to provoke isolation. She cannot tolerate resistance from others; the more you resist, the more excited or violent she becomes.

It's difficult to subtly capture the unpredictable, amoeba-like shifts in her character.

She can be happy for months or years at a time, and she is very patient with one thing.

She gets upset in an instant, and then she wants to destroy things drastically.

The light descended again, rising higher than before. Xia Yanle stared at her, her expression colder than the previous times.

Until someone grabbed the edge of his white coat.

Xia Yanle turned her head and waved her hand, freezing the girl in mid-air.

"Don't do this." Xiao Weiran had arrived at some point. The slender boy frowned and whispered to stop Xia Yanle, his eyes deep.

"She made a mistake, but it doesn't warrant death."

I do not approve of your behavior.

Xia Yanle slowly let out an "oh," and suddenly a beautiful smile spread across her face.

It was a mocking question tinged with a disdainful, voyeuristic, and cunning tone.

"What, Mr. Weiran, have you fallen in love with your captors after being imprisoned?"

"Love born from hatred? Seriously? That's such a cliché!"

Being so gentle, she'll find it boring—

Xx

A cloud of white mist billowed out from behind Qin Ning, making her appear dreamlike and ethereal, like a fairy princess emerging from the mist. Her dark hair, damp and draped over her snow-white face, accentuated her fragility.

Let's remove the filter and explain: Qin Ning just finished showering and came out of the bathroom.

As she dried her hair, her gaze shifted and she saw Bai Weiran lying on the sofa, one hand outstretched in front of her as if he were dozing.

She was a little puzzled; it seemed like her brother Weiran had been sleeping longer lately.

She remembered that Wei Ran had said that because of the platform's benefits, he only needed one hour of sleep a day.

Recently, his daily sleep duration has visibly increased.

It's less than others, but definitely more than he used to have.

Qin Ning had a vague, indescribable sense of unease.

Not only him, but also—Qin Ning's gaze fell on Mengmeng beside the sofa.

Mengmeng knelt on the edge of the sofa, holding Bai Weiran's hand with both hands, resting her head on his chest, and closing her eyes.

It's a heartwarming scene; she appears to be asleep as well.

But Qin Ning could tell from Mengmeng's eyelashes trembling slightly that she wasn't asleep.

This strange phenomenon started happening in the last few days.

Mengmeng suddenly became extreme, clinging to Bai Weiran like a piece of chewing gum.

At first, she thought Mengmeng was just trying to steal Weiran's attention from her, but after repeatedly trying to stop her, she was surprised to find that Mengmeng's attention was not on her at all.