When Bai Yuyou appeared before his eyes in a wedding dress, the faint passing lights fell upon her fair skin. She stood there quietly, yet in an instant, she drew the gaze of everyone around her. Ye Shuang looked at her breathtakingly beautiful face. The young girl, glowing along with the white wedding dress, made him feel as if he had lost his mind for a moment.
Many passersby were also left dumbfounded. After all, Bai Yuyou's aura was simply too outstanding. And no matter how you looked at her face, it didn't seem like she was wearing any makeup at all. Bare-faced, she was relying entirely on her natural beauty to stun the crowd.
Tap, tap, tap. Bai Yuyou gently lifted her skirt and walked gracefully toward Ye Shuang.
Standing in front of him, she tilted her chin up and asked, Does it look good?
Yeah, it looks beautiful. Ye Shuang nodded. The Bai Yuyou before him was as perfect as a work of art. He didn't even dare reach out to touch her, afraid she might shatter.
However, Ye Shuang still slightly raised his hand and gently touched her cheek. In response, Bai Yuyou proactively leaned in, rubbing her cheek against his palm like a little kitten.
Brother, isn't this wedding dress super pretty? Tang Keke said with a grin from the side. She felt this outfit suited Bai Yuyou's vibe perfectly. Bai Yuyou already had a very fair complexion, and wearing this perfectly showcased her figure.
It's beautiful. Let's decide on this one first, Ye Shuang said. Afterward, Bai Yuyou went to try on a few more outfits.
In the end, they settled on the wedding dress from earlier and a red-and-white shrine maiden outfit.
While the shrine maiden outfit wasn't quite as stunning as the wedding dress, it still looked quite adorable, especially with the two fake fox ears.
After Bai Yuyou finished picking her clothes, it was Ye Shuang's turn.
There was hardly any need to pick out men's clothes; he just needed something to match Bai Yuyou. The matching outfit for the wedding dress was a very standard suit. Fortunately, Ye Shuang's physique was quite good thanks to his recent workouts, so it fit him perfectly.
As for the shrine maiden outfit, Ye Shuang wore a similarly styled Shinto priest robe.
Alright, gorgeous, lean into the handsome guy's embrace and close your eyes slightly. Handsome, strike a pose like you're about to kiss her.
Perfect, hold that pose and don't move. Say cheese. Accompanied by the photographer's voice, Ye Shuang and Bai Yuyou took the photo together.
After taking a dozen or so photos in various poses, Tang Keke also joined in and snapped away enthusiastically. However, standing next to the wedding dress in her isekai-style outfit—aside from the shrine maiden clothes—looked a bit out of place.
It's fine, mixing different styles is a style of its own, Tang Keke immediately said with a giggle. Looking at Bai Yuyou in her white wedding dress, she even reached out to hug her.
Sister, you smell so good.
You smell good too.
More than an hour had passed by the time they finished taking pictures. Bai Yuyou had changed back into her everyday clothes. Perhaps because her previous outfits were so stunning, quite a few people came over to ask for her contact information.
However, Bai Yuyou shook her head and rejected them all. She gently waved her hand and simply said thank you.
After that minor interlude, Tang Keke and Bai Yuyou were standing in front of a mobile game display booth. Several photographers were currently taking pictures of the cosplayers inside.
Oh, this is the game you guys are always playing. Ye Shuang recognized the characters. It was the tower defense game Tang Keke and Bai Yuyou had been playing. However, since Ye Shuang didn't play games himself, he didn't know much about it.
Instead, Tang Keke and Bai Yuyou stood in front of a booth buying merchandise, stuffing large handfuls of it into their bags.
Wow, selling me a piece of metal for eighty bucks! They might as well rob me! Tang Keke said huffily.
Seeing Tang Keke's puffed-up cheeks, Ye Shuang's gaze fell upon her bag. Then why did you still buy it?
Complaining is one thing, but merch still needs to be bought, Tang Keke grinned.
I really don't understand you otakus.
After walking around for a while, Tang Keke's originally chubby cheeks looked sunken, as if her soul had been drained. She reached out and shakily grabbed Bai Yuyou's arm.
Terrifying, this is too terrifying.
What's wrong? Bai Yuyou asked from the side.
I clearly thought I brought plenty of money, but when I opened my wallet after playing for a day, it was completely empty! Tang Keke said. It's so scary. There must be a wallet ghost! It stole all my precious money.
With the speed you were buying those things, how could you possibly have any pocket money left? Ye Shuang looked at the merchandise. They had the audacity to sell things originally worth a few bucks for seventy or eighty just by printing a design on them.
I'm going to die, I'm going to die. The God of Poverty is summoning me. Tang Keke clutched her chest, her trembling body looking as if her art style had been downgraded to simple stick figures.
Just then, Tang Keke noticed her phone ringing. She took a look and found that Bai Yuyou had transferred a hundred thousand yuan into her account.
Bai Yuyou said, It's okay, Keke, go ahead and buy them.
Ah, it's the God of Wealth!
Tang Keke almost bowed in worship.
However, Keke ultimately returned the money. If she was out of money, she was out of money; she would just have to be a bit more frugal.
They strolled around for a while longer. The crowd was growing larger. Ye Shuang held Bai Yuyou's small hand as they stopped and went. Before he realized it, Bai Yuyou's hands were filled with things like grilled sausages, candied apples, and takoyaki.
After all, there was food here too, and as a foodie, there was no way Bai Yuyou was going to pass it up.
Hmm? By chance, Ye Shuang spotted a stall selling pancake crepes.
[Pikachu Pancake Stall]
The vendor was someone wearing a Pikachu mascot suit. Surprisingly, there was a long line forming at the stall, which was quite unexpected.
Ye Shuang took a look and realized that the so-called pancakes being sold were anime-themed pancake art. The vendor would first draw an animated character and then add the batter. The quality of the final product was exceptionally good, and they even supported custom orders.
Moreover, most people were getting custom orders. They would pull out their phones, let the vendor glance at their wallpaper, and the vendor would immediately start making it.
What an impressive guy, how is he so fast? Ye Shuang watched as the Pikachu's furry paws moved so quickly they almost became a blur. The different colored batters were applied with effortless ease, as if doing a quick sketch.
Is it good? Ye Shuang asked a passerby waiting in line.
Eat? This isn't for eating, it's for buying and keeping at home. The blonde-haired passerby shook his head. Look at that pancake, it's practically a work of art. Who could bear to eat it?
Master Pikachu's works are something you can only hope to come across by chance!
Ye Shuang: ...
So, he still couldn't quite understand the world of these people.
Whatever, there are too many people, let's just go.
Just as Ye Shuang was thinking this, he turned his head and saw that Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke had already started lining up. They even waved for Ye Shuang to come over.
That fast?!

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?"

saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"

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.”