The sky shed its blue dress and donned a hazy black veil, dotted with stars that faintly twinkled like gemstone jewelry.
The night in Haizhu City remained bustling. At this time, Ye Shuang parked his car in the corporate garage, then took the elevator up and found Chen Qin sitting in the lounge.
In the lounge, Chen Qin was resting in a massage chair. Her long hair was carefully pinned up, and her fair feet were soaking in a wooden tub that faintly emitted steam.
"This is really comfortable," Ye Shuang said with a smile. Seeing Chen Qin covered with a small blanket and enjoying her foot soak, he stood beside her, leaning against the chair.
"Ah Ye, you're here." Chen Qin took off her steam eye mask and gave a sweet smile upon seeing Ye Shuang.
"Do you want me to give you a massage?" Ye Shuang asked, rolling his wrists.
"Sure." What was originally just a teasing remark from Ye Shuang made Chen Qin immediately sit up straight. She stood up, slipped on her slippers, and walked over to the massage bed nearby.
Friends who often get foot washes and massages know that you can lie flat on your stomach on a massage bed and place your face in the circular cutout. It doesn't restrict breathing and won't press against your nose.
Chen Qin lay there on her stomach, smiling as she asked Ye Shuang to massage her. "Ah Ye, Ah Ye, help me."
"Alright, Technician 999 is at your service." Seeing Chen Qin like this, Ye Shuang smiled. He walked over to her side to help her relax her stiff muscles. After all, sitting all day could take a toll, though she might just be acting.
Although Ye Shuang wasn't a professional, he massaged her limbs with decent form. Since he didn't use too much force, Chen Qin seemed quite satisfied.
"Are you getting tired, Ah Ye?"
"It's nothing, just a little tapping. What's there to be tired about?"
About ten minutes later, Chen Qin seemed to have fallen asleep. She had just been chattering away with Ye Shuang, but now she lay there motionless.
Ye Shuang was still massaging her peach-like curves. When he heard Chen Qin's steady breathing, he slowed down his hand movements and finally covered her gently with a blanket so she wouldn't catch a cold.
He sat beside Chen Qin for a while, his hand gently stroking her back.
It seemed she was fast asleep.
Just as Ye Shuang was about to get up, Chen Qin rolled over. She stretched lazily and opened her beautiful eyes. "Ah Ye, I think I suddenly fell asleep just now."
"You were too tired, after all," Ye Shuang smiled.
At this moment, Chen Qin seemed to have realized something. She adjusted her skirt and pointed to the door nearby. "Ah Ye, go close the door."
"Now?"
"Ah Ye~" Chen Qin hugged Ye Shuang's arm and acted coquettishly, her unconstrained slimes pressing against his elbow.
In the end, Ye Shuang went and closed the door.
An hour later, the two walked out of the lounge, having changed into clean, neat clothes.
"It looks like it's about time. When should we head over?" Ye Shuang asked, looking at Chen Qin beside him, whose face was slightly flushed as she clung to his arm.
"Let's go now."
"Alright."
...
Bayin Hotel.
Several young girls were standing at the hotel entrance. Since they hadn't traveled from the same place, they had finally gathered together here.
"Let's go, it's that hotel. It seems like a whole floor has been booked," Ke Ke said, pointing to the nearby entrance.
"Let's go." Bai Yuyou nodded. She was currently holding Little Yezi's small hand.
The banquet was held on the sixteenth floor. After taking the elevator up, the group noticed people continuously walking into the lobby entrance.
Almost everyone was dressed in formal suits or evening gowns, looking exceptionally grand.
The doorman in charge of reception saw Bai Yuyou and the others and politely asked,
"Hello, please show your invitation cards."
"Invitation cards?" Bai Yuyou, Ke Ke, and the others exchanged glances. Even Zhi Xia and Lin Lin were momentarily stunned.
It seemed they had never heard of this.
"Brother didn't mention this," Tang Ke Ke scratched her head and asked the doorman,
"I know your President Ye and President Chen, and they didn't say anything about invitation cards."
The doorman just smiled politely. "Please still show your invitation cards, ladies. We are just doing things according to the rules."
"Sigh, alright." Tang Ke Ke took out her phone to send a message to Ye Shuang.
However, Ye Shuang hadn't replied yet. Instead, a voice came from behind them.
"Could you not block the way?"
Bai Yuyou and the others glanced back and found a gorgeously dressed woman standing behind them. It looked like she had dressed up meticulously, which seemed a bit out of place compared to Bai Yuyou and the others who had shown up without makeup.
"Whose young ladies are you?" The woman was naturally Luo Meng. She swept her gaze over Bai Yuyou and the others.
"Didn't the adults in your family tell you that you need an invitation card to enter? Or did you go to the wrong floor?"
"It's just that my brother didn't tell us about it," Tang Ke Ke said with her hands on her hips upon seeing Luo Meng's arrogant demeanor. "What's your problem? We didn't provoke you, so why are you speaking so loudly?"
"Hehe, 'brother,' huh? I bet you little girls were tricked by someone." After being retorted by Ke Ke, Luo Meng glanced at their clothes, which all looked like very ordinary brands. Now she was certain that these were just little girls trying to sneak into the banquet.
After all, the Chen family's banquet had many bigshots attending, and it wouldn't be strange for some idle people to try and sneak in.
"Hurry up and chase them away. These people definitely aren't here to attend the banquet," Luo Meng said to the doorman somewhat impatiently.
"If they go in and steal something, you'll be held responsible."
Tang Ke Ke's backpack shook, as if she was very angry. "What did you say?"
Hearing this, the doorman wasn't in a hurry to speak up, but merely politely continued to ask the girls about their invitation cards.
Right at this moment, Ke Ke's phone rang. She took it out and answered.
"Hello, brother."
"Ke Ke, it seems there is indeed a matter with the invitation cards. I'm having the assistants go out to pick you up now. They happen to be nearby," Ye Shuang said.
"Hehe, okay."
After hanging up, Ke Ke glanced at Luo Meng again. "Someone will come and take us in shortly."
"Tsk." Luo Meng just raised her eyebrows. Naturally, she didn't believe them, only thinking that these brats were trying to maintain their pitiful pride.
"Idiot," Ke Ke said.
"You?!" Luo Meng hadn't expected Ke Ke to suddenly call her an idiot, and her eyes widened instantly.
"My brother said that President Chen's assistant will come out to pick us up in a bit," Ke Ke told the doorman, ignoring Luo Meng.
Hearing this sentence, Luo Meng immediately rolled her eyes.
What a poser. I suppose you know Ma Yun too.
Right at this moment, several women walked quickly from the inner venue. It was none other than Kou Kou and the others.
"Hello... good evening, good evening. I am so sorry for making you wait outside," Kou Kou quickly apologized to Bai Yuyou and the others, then instructed the doorman to let them pass.
"Alright now, these are President Chen's friends. Hurry up and let them in."
"Oh, right away. Please come in, young ladies." The doorman suddenly felt relieved that he hadn't run his mouth. After all, as a veteran reader of Dragon King novels, a lowly doorman like him naturally knew better than to casually offend people who appeared ordinary.
After Bai Yuyou and the group were let inside, Keke turned to look at the somewhat dumbfounded Luo Meng and made another face at her.
"Dumbass."

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?"

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

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.”