The three of them drank until half past ten at night.
Originally, the plan was for Lin Yu and Tang Yimian to first escort Fang Xinran home together.
Afterward, Lin Yu and Tang Yimian would return.
However.
Tang Yimian’s alcohol tolerance was completely unexpected, and she lost control surprisingly fast.
At one point, she even dozed off on her own, only to wake up again near the end.
The two girls quickly reached an agreement—they would stay together again tonight.
Only this time, they weren’t heading back to the apartment.
Instead, Tang Yimian and Fang Xin—
He had never intended to punish Zhang Ruofeng in the first place. If he really expelled Zhang Ruofeng, Wu Tong would undoubtedly come charging at him in a rage… Right now, he treated Zhang Ruofeng like a precious treasure, cradling him in his palms for fear he’d grow cold, holding him in his mouth for fear he’d melt—no one was allowed to touch him.
Qing Yu’s expression remained unchanged, but the cold glint in his eyes grew sharper. Xiao Qing’s faint gaze flickered slightly, as if hesitating.
Ye Yaotiao let out a long sigh of relief before finally relaxing. She bowed to the entire room, then turned around cheerfully and walked out of the audition room.
The calm lasted for a long time, until this round of reinforcement work ended and the workers all dispersed. Apart from the faint clanging of hammers on metal, only the two of them remained.
However, when Lin Mu arrived, he noticed Lou Ye wasn’t there. After asking Old Zhang, he learned that Lou Ye had gone out again—no one knew what he was up to.
She leaned against the bathroom door, taking a few deep breaths to steady herself before slowly stripping off her clothes. Walking under the showerhead, she grabbed the spray nozzle and began washing herself haphazardly.
The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped in fright, pulling Young Master Zhou back with him. Young Master Zhou turned around, frowning as well.
At first, he hadn’t noticed, but now Gu Ning faintly caught a strange scent in the air.
"If you didn’t bring any clothes, then what were you rummaging for in the car earlier?" Chen Tianxu asked, puzzled.
Xuan Potian sized up the man named Song Qiang. There was no denying it—he was truly a promising talent for cultivation.
Seeing her subordinates "rebel," Xiao Ya abruptly stood up and shouted angrily, "What are you doing?" Her eyes widened, the once-alluring charm of her gaze now replaced by dilated pupils, making her look terrifying.
"Let me introduce you. This is Huo Dong, and these two are Tao Tian and Tao Ling," Lin Xuan said with a smile.
"You remembered?!" Ye Feng’s heart trembled inexplicably as he looked at Gu Xiao'er in delight. The feeling was like reuniting with a long-lost loved one. Every time the name Ye Tianlong crossed his mind, an indescribable warmth surged in his chest.
So, he said nothing, silently bringing the spoon to her lips instead. Bing Ling frowned at him before snatching the bowl and spoon from his hands.
Luo Xi couldn’t see the expressions of the black-clad figures across from her, so she had no idea they had just grown even more intent on killing her. Luo Xi wasn’t curious about the reason these strangers wanted her dead, but that didn’t mean she would let them push her around.
Meanwhile, Yala'er listened as they seemed to drop the matter, a faint sneer of disdain crossing his face. He had thought they were strong, but it turned out they were just paper tigers—domineering in their own territory but meekly tucking their tails between their legs in someone else’s domain. At least they knew their place.
Qing Xin’s mood was lonely, like these snowflakes drifting aimlessly before slowly melting away.
Luo Xi’s movements were gentle, coaxing Luo’s hair into obedience. Luo had never liked tying his hair up—his long, straight black locks, slightly coarse, cascaded freely down his back, just like Luo Xi’s.
After some arguing, Tu Shu ended up paying the bill. Supporting the completely drunk Yang Fan between them, they headed toward the staircase.
The chief of the Viper Tribe glared with fury at his absolute limit, yet he couldn’t move—couldn’t even speak. All he could do was watch helplessly as his son screamed in agony, struggling uselessly. The sight of his bloodshot eyes, bulging as if about to burst, only deepened my satisfaction.
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
