The Sword Deity in Tokyo - Chapter 3: Crazy

“If I really want a woman now, I hope it is you!”

In the doctor’s office, Dr. Fu, who has always been proud and reserved, restrain his breathing and giving an invitation to the patient in front of him.

“Although you are very handsome,…”

“I can be responsible for you afterward!” Facing the patient’s embarrassment, Dr. Fu suggests a very responsible suggestion.

Life is not easy, she is careful at every step, attacking those who frame her.

He helped her everywhere and cherish her to the extreme.

It is said that Dr. Fu is not powerful and impotent.

Who would know that he is powerful and skilled in bed.

One night, he pressed the beauty under his body. “Doctor Fu, how can I thank you for helping me?” He caressed her small waist and made a low-key announcement. “The dowry should be prepared!”

Dr. Fu said: Happy to meet you in my lifetime!

Miss Gu said: In my lifetime, please treat me kindly!

- Description from Novelupdates

Echoes of the Lost Elf – Back Cover SynopsisA legend long forgotten. A war long past. A magus who vanished into history.A thousand years ago, Historias Everglen, the greatest magician to ever walk the earth, mysteriously disappeared after leading the world to victory in the First War against the Void. The high elf, creator of Castellas Academy, the most prestigious magic institution, faded into myth—his name spoken only in whispers, his fate unknown.But history does not stay buried forever.When a group of young students, lost in the Everglen Forest, stumbles upon an enigmatic figure in the heart of the ancient woods, they unknowingly awaken an echo of the past. Unrecognized, Historias decides to return to his own academy—not as its master, but as a student. Beneath his youthful guise lies an immortal being who has spent a millennium mastering magic, swordsmanship, and alchemy in solitude.As shadows of the Void begin to stir once more, the world stands on the brink of another catastrophe. Enemies rise, secrets unravel, and forgotten legends take their place in the present. But one question lingers:Will the world recognize its lost protector before it’s too late?

Yao Yao was born as a little glutton, her appetite rivaling half a mountain.One day, the old Taoist who adopted her passed away in meditation. At just three and a half years old, Yao Yao had no choice but to pack her small bag and head down the mountain to find her senior master.By chance, she ended up saving a wealthy tycoon from a car accident and became the adopted daughter of the prestigious Gu family.At first, everyone in the Gu family opposed the idea.The Gu family matriarch tapped her cane and said, “Raising someone else’s child? Careful not to end up with an ingrate!”The Gu family head, Gu Xuesong, said indifferently, “Picked up halfway? Who knows what kind of trouble she might bring.”From the eldest to the seventh brother, their response was unanimous: “We don’t want a sister!”But this little girl, rejected by the entire family, proved herself after joining the Gu household.She resolved the business partner issues that even Gu Xuesong couldn’t handle, bringing in so many contracts that they couldn’t sign them all.She cured the Gu matriarch’s chronic leg pain, to the point where the old lady was now striding around effortlessly…Even the seven Gu brothers, one after another, benefited greatly from her presence.It was only then that the Gu family realized they had brought home a treasure.From then on, the Gu family’s attitude completely changed.The Gu matriarch: “Yao Yao, do you want some cream puffs? Grandma will buy them for you.”Gu Xuesong: “Yao Yao, do you want a private jet? Daddy will have one sent over to take you for a ride.”The Gu brothers: “Yao Yao, do you want…”And so, Yao Yao secured herself a meal ticket—one of the highest quality!✨Love this translation? Support me on Patreon for early access, exclusive content, and more! Your support keeps the translations coming—subscribe today!

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.