“Brother Xu, if you’re free, I suddenly remember I have something to do!”
Tao Xiaoyi’s face fell as he started to back out.
Good heavens!!!!
Are all these women his sisters-in-law?
Look at the way they’re glaring at me.
Tao Xiaoyi had a bad feeling.
If he didn’t take the hint and find an excuse to slip away now,
it would be much harder to leave later.
Yikes!!!!
Mom, I want to leave!!!!
Xu Mo’s handsome face broke into a smile.
“Let’s go. Two people working together is faster and more efficient than one.”
Huh?????
I still think I’m better off alone.
Tao Xiaoyi thought pitifully.
Under Xu Mo’s intimidating gaze,
Tao Xiaoyi didn’t dare to say no.
Hearing that Xu Mo was about to leave,
the women at the table were visibly displeased.
They glared daggers at Tao Xiaoyi.
If looks could kill,
Tao Xiaoyi would probably be riddled with holes by now.
Zhou Qiaoqiao, while cracking her knuckles, said with a smile, “What’s the rush? Are there gold or silver mountains ahead? Besides, we’re not tigresses, right, sister?”
It was clear who the “tigress” referred to.
Yang Jingying raised an eyebrow, forcing a smile as she said meaningfully,
“I don’t know. I’m not familiar with that term. Maybe you can explain it to me, sister?”
The two women were about to start again.
But they were united in their goal of keeping Xu Mo around!
Meanwhile, Shen Manni had somehow made her way over to their table.
Perhaps she felt more confident now that Yang Jingying and the others were here.
Xu Mo was both amused and exasperated.
If he slipped away with Tao Xiaoyi,
nearly everyone at the venue knew him,
and he’d be stuck with endless socializing and trouble.
But staying here was safer.
Tao Xiaoyi was on the verge of tears. If he could, he’d definitely start whimpering.
He couldn’t move forward or retreat.
What else could he do but whimper?
The main issue was that Xu Mo hadn’t given the word.
He didn’t feel comfortable leaving on his own!!!!
The pressure was back on Tao Xiaoyi.
If he could do it over, he definitely wouldn’t have come over to greet Xu Mo.
He’d rather have pretended not to see him.
“Xu Mo, I heard you’re moving up your wedding. Is that true?”
Han Zhiqi bit her lip and asked reluctantly.
The table fell silent.
All eyes turned to Xu Mo and Zhou Qiaoqiao.
[What kind of looks are those???!]
[There’s only one of me, I can’t clone myself!]
[It’s all for the plot, it’s all this world’s fault]
[But I have to say, it’s kind of satisfying]
“It’s my parents’ decision and the matchmaker’s arrangement. I chose before, but now I have no choice.”
Xu Mo gave a reason that didn’t sound entirely convincing.
Han Zhiqi’s body trembled.
How careless of me!
I forgot to bring my gun.
Otherwise, I’d pull out two pistols right now,
just like in that movie scene,
point one at Xu Mo and the other at myself,
and demand loudly,
‘Tell me! Are you going to marry me, or her?’
‘Fine! Good, very good! You choose her, huh?’
‘Then let’s be a pair of lovebirds in the afterlife!’
‘Hmph-------You choose me? Well, you said it. Forget the complicated process, I just want to have babies with you right now.’
The women understood.
Xu Mo had already said as much.
Zhou Qiaoqiao’s lack of virtue was confirmed!
She had exposed her cards to Xu Mo’s parents early,
blocking their paths,
leaving them with no way out.
How infuriating!
Why couldn’t they all compete fairly?
Xu Mo’s table was lively,
while at another table not far away,
“Dragon King, let’s not beat around the bush. After our last collaboration, I’m deeply disappointed. My task is complete, but the payment is delayed, or even withheld. Ah, forget it, talking about payment hurts feelings, no, I mean, it hurts the wallet!!!!”
Gao Liming’s face was full of distress.
These words didn’t sit well with Lin Fan and Ma Qun.
Especially Ma Qun, the Dragon King Hall’s top enforcer!
He was even more outraged than Lin Fan himself!
What the hell?!!!
You’re asking for payment?!!!
It’s an honor to serve the Dragon King.
And you dare ask for payment?
You even want a bonus?
Can we still work together? Can we still get along?
Ma Qun was about to explode,
but Lin Fan stopped him.
“Will you do it or not, Pangolin?”
Lin Fan asked gravely.
At least put on a show.
We can’t lose face, even if we lose the battle.
Not long ago,
Ma Qun had brought in one of the top hackers in the country,
only to be defeated once again!
Lin Fan had lost count of how many times his forces had been wiped out.
This time was even worse.
They were exposed faster than before.
If Lin Fan knew
that the expert he’d hired
had been intercepted by Gao Liyuan and Gao Liming,
he’d absolutely lose his mind.
Using my money to handle my business, and then screwing me over?
Do you think I’m an easy target?
But Lin Fan didn’t know that yet.
Gao Liming suppressed a laugh, pretending to be troubled.
“Dragon King, it’s not about whether I’ll do it or not.”
“What do you mean?”
“You see, last time I took a hit. Catching that Red Rose again won’t be easy, and it was never simple to begin with. If you don’t believe me, you can try hiring other top hackers in the country.”
The more sense Gao Liming made,
the darker Lin Fan’s expression became.
Hadn’t he tried?
The people he hired were all trash, useless, good-for-nothings!
Before they could even hack into 10% of the target’s system,
their own computers started smoking.
What’s the point of playing?
They’re not even on the same level.
“That’s why I’m giving this opportunity to you!”
Lin Fan said magnanimously.
If it weren’t for the fact that Gao Liming had intercepted more hackers than usual these past few days,
he might have believed the Dragon King’s nonsense.
But even if Lin Fan didn’t say these things,
Gao Liming would still be skeptical of every word he said.
After all, this hall leader was all about empty promises.
His skill in painting a rosy picture was top-notch.
The benefits he’d promised before
still hadn’t been delivered.
Those in the know, know.
Gao Liming smiled but didn’t call Lin Fan out.
“I’m honored by your trust, Dragon King.”
Lin Fan’s eyes gleamed.
This might work!!!!
Those who betrayed him had already met their doom.
But those who supported him had soared to new heights.
That’s what vision is!
That’s the benefit of knowing how to choose the right side.
But just then!
Gao Liming paused.
“But I think my abilities are limited, and I’m afraid I can’t complete the task you’ve assigned.”
Lin Fan: ??????
After all that talk,
you’re telling me you can’t do it?
Why didn’t you say so earlier?!
Damn it, why!!!!?
I don’t care what you think, I care what I think!
Lin Fan felt like he’d been played by this little guy.
But he couldn’t find any concrete evidence.
Lin Fan took a deep breath.
“I called you over from afar to sit and chat with me, all to restore the honor of the Dragon King Hall. That’s not too much to ask, is it?”
Restore what honor?
You’re just stupid.
Serves you right for being tricked by my sister.
Stop with the pretty words.
Gao Liming shook his head slightly, “Not too much, not too much!”
“Good. I just want to find a way to take out that Red Rose. That’s not too much, right?”
Gao Liming poured Lin Fan a glass of red wine and said, “Dragon King, you’re just reclaiming what’s rightfully yours. How could that be too much? It’s not even close.”
This flattery
was very much to Lin Fan’s liking.
He took a sip of wine to wet his throat,
then tossed the question back to Gao Liming.
“So, what do you think I should do now?”
Scrambled eggs with cold noodles.
Gao Liming thought for a moment, then ‘hesitantly’ held up two fingers.
Under the confused gazes of Lin Fan and Ma Qun,
he poked the air a few times.
What’s this supposed to mean?
We’re asking for a solution here!
Why are you holding up two fingers?
Two plans?!!!!
Well, obviously not.
He’s asking for a fee.
Lin Fan’s mouth twitched violently.
So similar!!!!
Too similar!!!!
It’s like they’re cut from the same cloth!
No, not just similar—
they’re exactly the same!
Admit it!!!
You’re the Red Rose!
Stop pretending.
Ma Qun: “Little Pangolin, why don’t you wait until the Dragon King recovers the lost funds before asking about payment? For now, let’s not discuss money with the Dragon King.”
Now it was Gao Liming’s turn to be confused.
Kid, do you have a lot of questions?
Gao Liming: If I don’t talk about money with the Dragon King Hall, should I be discussing feelings instead?
Ma Qun, what kind of twisted logic is going on in that slave brain of yours?
If you don’t mind, could you lend me your head for a quick dissection?
Things have been pretty hectic around here lately, so I’ll be posting in parts tonight.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
