Yang Jingxuan's eyes widened, "Where are you going? To hook up!?"
"Are you kidding?"
Yang Jingxuan felt extremely incredulous. This guy actually told her to go sleep under a bridge, while he goes to hook up himself.
Bro, we are live streaming right now!
You just directly said you're going to hook up.
Are you sure you're not joking?
At this moment, the bullet screen in the live stream exploded.
The audience was shocked.
"What did Xu Mo say? He said he's going to hook up!"
"Damn, this guy is too explicit, maybe that's why he was chosen by the Heaven's Eye program team as a criminal!"
"Letting my goddess sleep under a bridge, while he goes to hook up himself, what was he thinking!"
"You can never guess what's going on in Xu Mo's mind."
"This line almost threw my back out!"
Xu Mo said, "Of course it's true."
"Are you looking to die? At a time like this, you still have the mood to hook up?" Yang Jingxuan was stunned at first, then she saw a stewardess walking over.
As if thinking of something, she asked Xu Mo, "Wait...you're not saying you want to hook up with the stewardess, are you?"
Xu Mo approvingly patted Yang Jingxuan's head, "You're so smart."
"To be honest, I just want to find a place to rest. As long as I successfully hook up with the stewardess, I can sleep soundly tonight."
Yang Jingxuan felt it was very far-fetched and didn't know what to say.
"You go hook up...sleep soundly, then what about me?"
"I, the hostage, go sleep under a bridge?"
"Is there a kidnapper like you?"
Xu Mo said, "It's simple, after I successfully hook up, I'll call you over, and the three of us can play Fight the Landlord."
The livestream chat laughed hard.
"666666, ancestor, is there anyone more explicit than Xu Mo?"
"This is too damn awesome."
"I've never seen such an explicit move."
"Damn Fight the Landlord, with my goddess beside me on this long night, you actually thought of Fight the Landlord."
"Bro above, isn't your focus wrong? The point shouldn't be that Xu Mo abandoned the goddess to hook up with the stewardess?"
"I'm convinced, Xu Mo, you really are a talent."
The more Yang Jingxuan listened, the more far-fetched she felt it was. This is too ridiculous, how could this work?
So she couldn't help but say, "It's not that simple!"
"You don't even know her, you think you can just hook up?"
Xu Mo raised his eyebrows, "How difficult do you think it is to trick a girl, especially a stewardess who is extremely vain, to get in bed?"
Where would Yang Jingxuan not know, let alone the stewardess circle, even in her entertainment circle, actresses are the same. She said, "You want to use money to smash it?"
"Using money is so tacky." Xu Mo glanced at the necklace on Yang Jingxuan's neck, beautifully accentuating her swan-like neck and protruding collarbone. He asked, "How much is your necklace?"
"What brand is it?"
"Cartier, over 50,000 yuan."
"Then...the appeal is a bit lacking."
Xu Mo looked at Yang Jingxuan's arm again, "How much is your watch, what brand is it?"
"Patek Philippe, over a million or so."
"Not bad, you're doing well, over a million to casually wear on your wrist, take it off." Xu Mo said.
Yang Jingxuan was immediately unhappy and said, "You take my stuff to seduce other women?"
Xu Mo looked matter of fact and said, "Aren't you coming out ahead? Your popularity will surge!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Jingxuan thought about it, then took off the Patek Philippe on her hand.
She handed it to Xu Mo.
Xu Mo unscrupulously stuffed it in his pocket.
Ahead.
A row of stewardesses walked by, babbling away, their white long legs marching in unison.
A good-looking stewardess looked at her companion a little enviously, "That bag looks new, is it LV's latest model?"
Seeing the other's envy, this stewardess was a little smug, "My boyfriend gave it to me for my recent birthday. How is it, not bad right?"
Another glanced at the bag briefly, "So nice, my birthday is coming up too. I'll repost your WeChat later, deliberately let my boyfriend see, and see if he will react."
"Wang Yunlu, you have a boyfriend? What does he do?"
Wang Yunlu laughed and said, "He runs a company with a dozen or so people, I'm not sure what they do, his car is just an over 500,000 yuan BMW."
Another stewardess raised her eyebrows, her head tilting up slightly, "That's not bad, my boyfriend just drives an 800,000+ yuan Audi."
"On the other hand, Wan Hanyu doesn't have a boyfriend, and doesn't seem to come from a wealthy family, yet has so many designer goods, I wonder where she gets all that money from."
"Do you think she makes money on the side?"
"Keep your voice down, she's right ahead, be careful she hears you."
Everyone knows about this kind of thing. When stewardesses are short on money, they would make money on the side. So Wang Yunlu was not surprised.
Although Xu Mo was standing 4-5 meters away, he heard their conversation clearly.
At the same time, he also sorted out the relationships between these stewardesses.
The target was instantly locked onto the stewardess named Wan Hanyu.
Prepare to fire an accurate barrage.
"Wan Hanyu!" Xu Mo greeted her with a bright smile.
This shout startled Wan Hanyu.
She looked back and saw a handsome face.
Her initial wariness disappeared by more than half instantly.
The other stewardesses also looked over when they heard the voice.
"Damn, so handsome!" A stewardess whispered softly.
"Does this guy know Wan Hanyu?"
"Maybe they had something before..."
Xu Mo looked familiar and said to Wan Hanyu, "It really is you. Did you forget? Last time in first class, we chatted very happily. Didn't expect to run into you here."
Wan Hanyu asked uncertainly, "You are...?"
She had met so many people in first class, how could a stewardess remember every one.
"I'm Wu Mo. Last time we chatted in first class, I even said I would give you a little gift, did you forget?" Xu Mo casually made up a name.
Upon hearing this, although she still couldn't remember, Wan Hanyu still had to smile and say, "So it's Mr. Wu. What can I do for you?"
Only then did Xu Mo say, "I brought a woman here to take a look around, happened to buy an extra thing. I said last time I'd give you a gift but didn't get the chance. So let me do it this time."
As he spoke, Xu Mo took out the Patek Philippe.
Under the illumination of the street lights, the Patek Philippe flashed brightly.
Although in Xu Mo's eyes, it was just a watch.
But in the eyes of these stewardesses, it seemed to shine brilliantly.
These stewardesses immediately walked two steps closer to surround them.
"The workmanship looks like a real watch."
"This can't be cheap."
"I've seen it before. This watch is over 1.3 million yuan, much more expensive than my boyfriend's car."
"Wow...so valuable?"

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.”

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

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?"