As soon as he shouted, Fifth Sky grabbed his hand and shouted loudly: "Look, look, this unfaithful guy's face is revealed. He denies it on one hand and wants to take advantage of the girl on the other!"
In an instant, the crowd stirred and more and more people gathered over.
At this moment Ye WuChen was also pointed by thousands.
Such words that you ruthlessly abandoned such a graceful lady, that you went to hurt such a weak woman, and so on spread out overwhelmingly.
As more people gathered, the formation of the wedding procession also began to be disrupted.
Suddenly.
Another accident happened...
There was a lot of chaos overhead.
Then I saw that several people took out baskets full of coins and poured them out.
"So many coins!"
"Hurry up and grab them!"
This scene instantly threw the situation into chaos. Countless people's eyes turned red when they saw these coins and rushed to grab them without paying attention to the lively scene.
"Damn, damn, what on earth is going on!" Ye WuChen's face was gloomy as he scolded.
But he found that the old man who had caused him trouble and Fifth Sky had started running away.
"Damn, stand still for me!" Ye WuChen's face was gloomy, and he was about to chase after Fifth Sky.
“Bah!”
However, Fifth Sky grabbed a pair of buns from her chest and threw them in Ye WuChen’s face, scolded him, and then ran into the crowd and disappeared.
At the same time in the chaos, a figure in a black robe sneaked onto the flower sedan amidst the crowd.
"Damn it, damn it, quiet down for me!" Ye WuChen had lost a shoe from being squeezed. Finally he was so angry that he drew out a long sword from a guard next to him and hacked it out.
"Ahhhhh......"
A few painful cries rang out, and blood spilled all over the ground.
Seeing this, the frenzied crowd finally calmed down, looking at the few bloody corpses, and they hurriedly retreated backwards.
"No, something is wrong."
After killing several people, Ye WuChen finally remembered something wrong. Holding the sword, he swept up into the air and flew to the front of the flower sedan. Then he suddenly opened the curtain.
However, the beautiful woman with the red bridal veil still sat there.
Seeing this, Ye WuChen finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he shouted loudly: "Send some people to catch those guys from just now. The rest continue back to the Ye house. Whoever dares make trouble on the way again, kill them directly without mercy!"
"Yes!"
The men responded in unison.
At the same time, a team galloped after Yi Feng and the others.
"Not good, they are chasing us."
Yi Feng retreated while covering everyone, and at the same time shouted to Zhong Qing: "My disciple, take your wife and run first, we will cover for you.”
"Yes, Master."
Zhong Qing pulled a black-robed person onto the carriage, then whipped the horses and ran.
After Zhong Qing and the others left, Yi Feng said to Yang Tianyu and the others, "I'm afraid we'll have to work together now, otherwise I'm afraid none of us can escape if we don't take care of these guys. "
"Okay, Sir."
Hearing this, Yang Tianyu and the others quickly responded, but their faces were still hesitant.
Finally, was it time to start fighting?
It’s just troublesome how hard and how much strength should be used to fight?
Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to act rashly for a while.
While they didn’t know what to do, Pork Rong, Old Man Wang, Wu Yonghong and others had already started fighting with the pursuers.
"Ha ha!"
"Ha ha!"
The two sides confronted each other immediately and began the “intense” struggle.
One pursuer raised his sole, before he could kick it out, he saw Pork Rong fly out and fall down.
"Old Wu, they are so powerful, they are warrior experts, come and help me!" Pork Rong hugged his chest with a solemn expression and shouted loudly.
"Old Pig, hang in there, I'm here!"
Wu Yonghong rushed over with a stool, but it was chopped into halves by someone with a knife. Wu Yonghong was so scared that he retreated again and again with a pale face.
"So powerful!" Wu Yonghong said in panic: "Zhuge, we three have to join hands against such powerful masters, I fear that I can hardly protect myself being suppressed by this martial artist."
"No, I am also struggling, being restrained by this eight layered master warrior." Sun Zhuge panted and shouted.
On the other side, Old Man Wang was also being chased everywhere by knives, in grave danger.
The situations of Lu DaSheng and Chu Kuangshi were similar.
Seeing this scene, Yang Tianyu, Fifth Tianming and others were dumbfounded.
My god! Judging from such intense and difficult fighting, they really deserved to be the guys who followed the master!
Admiration. They were directly convinced.
At this time, Yi Feng had also joined the battle.
Seeing this, the various sect leaders looked at each other solemnly. Yun Haotian said solemnly: “Everyone, I'm afraid we’ll have to fight the most difficult battle in our lives next. Let’s give it our all and control our strength!”
Everyone nodded and took a deep breath before joining the battle.
After a full quarter of an hour, Yi Feng and the others finally won the battle in a subtle way, then retreated and disappeared into the alleys.
Ye Family.
A grand banquet was held.
Ye WuChen’s wedding procession finally brought the bride back home.
Ye WuChen, the groom, walked around the banquet for a while. Then he went back to the bridal chamber early, as the banquet would continue late into the night. After two drinks, he couldn’t wait any longer.
"My wife, have you missed your husband?!"
As soon as he entered the door, he saw the petite beauty in red bridal veil. Ye WuChen's eyes were shining as he walked toward her, rubbing his palms while making creepy sounds.
"Humph!"
The beauty tilted her petite body to one side and snorted softly under the red veil.
"Oh my darling, you still have some temper. I like it even more. Here I come, heh heh..."
Ye WuChen's face was full of smiles. He immediately leaned over and kissed her with a loud smack through the red veil. Then he lifted the veil in one go.
But then...
Under the veil was revealed a bald white head.
At the same time, some strange sound came from his mouth.
"Ah ba ah ba!"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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?"
