The other men, seeing this, picked up nearby stools and threw them towards Meng Wanyue.
Who would have thought this beauty was so strong.
Seeing this, Meng Wanyue released Xu Mu and strode over.
Dai Xingluo, witnessing the scene, immediately hoisted Xu Mu onto her shoulder, preparing to leave first.
But just then, a stool suddenly flew through the air, landing squarely on Xu Mu's head.
Seeing this, Dai Xingluo's eyes gradually turned cold. She looked back and asked, "Who threw that?"
"Classical-style beauty, no one threw it. It seems the stool flew over by itself."
A short, stocky man with a lecherous smile said, "Good sister, you look so... captivating when you're angry."
"If no one says, then it was all of you!"
Dai Xingluo picked up an iron skewer from a nearby table and threw one.
Swish!
The skewer instantly pierced through the stocky man's calf.
His previously grinning face suddenly widened in shock, and he fell straight to the ground.
"Oww!"
He let out a pig-slaughtering howl.
Swish!
Dai Xingluo flung out another skewer. Another man's calf was pierced, and he fell to the ground, roaring in pain.
"Still no one talking?"
Dai Xingluo wore a kindly smile. She scanned the remaining men and threw another skewer.
"It was him! It was the fat guy!"
"Not me, it was the fat guy!"
...
The remaining few, terrified, all pointed at the previously kicked fat guy—he was the one who threw the stool.
They were all trembling with fear. What was with these two women?
Why were they fiercer than the last?
Dai Xingluo walked towards the fat guy with a smile.
The fat guy paled in terror. "You... what are you going to do?"
"What do you think you are? How dare you hit my man's head? If he becomes stupid, I'll have to take care of him in the future. Speak! Which hand threw it?"
Dai Xingluo asked with a calm expression.
"I... I've called the police."
The fat guy was so scared he barely dared to breathe.
"Not saying? Then it was both hands."
Dai Xingluo split the handful of skewers she held into two bunches, piercing both of the fat guy's palms.
"Ah!"
The fat guy let out a miserable wail.
Tears of pain streamed down his face. Who could have imagined that after two men were downed, these two women were even fiercer.
Suddenly, Dai Xingluo turned her head and saw Meng Wanyue carrying a man under each arm, running towards a car over there.
"Stop!"
Dai Xingluo immediately gave chase.
But Meng Wanyue had already thrown Xu Mu and Chen Xuan into the back seat, gotten in the car, and driven off into the distance.
Dai Xingluo got into her own car and pursued closely.
It must be said, performance cars like the AMG were indeed fast.
Within just two intersections, she intercepted and stopped Meng Wanyue's Cadillac Escalade.
Dai Xingluo and Meng Wanyue got out of their cars simultaneously. Lightning seemed to flash between their eyes.
"Hand my brother over to me!"
Dai Xingluo said coldly.
"No way! When we're out, Boss Xu's safety is my responsibility!"
Meng Wanyue replied with a calm expression.
"Bullshit! I think you plan to secretly take him to a hotel, cook the rice, don't you?"
Dai Xingluo's eyes seemed to see through everything. "Then use a child to threaten Ye Tong, and marry into the family as his wife."
"You're the one talking bullshit! That's your plan, isn't it?"
Meng Wanyue's face showed displeasure. She had underestimated Dai Xingluo.
She thought Dai Xingluo would at most take some liberties with Xu Mu, but there was actually a whole series of schemes behind it.
She put on a righteous expression. "I plan to send Boss Xu home!"
"What about Chen Xuan in the car then?" Dai Xingluo asked.
"This..."
Meng Wanyue hesitated too. "I'll just get him a room directly."
"How about this: look, there's a hotel right there. Let's all go over, sleep for the night, and talk tomorrow."
Dai Xingluo pointed to a nearby hotel.
Meng Wanyue nodded. That might be for the best, as it was already late.
They drove to the hotel separately. Dai Xingluo booked two rooms.
Meng Wanyue thought about it and felt it was good. Xu Mu and Chen Xuan could share one room.
She and Dai Xingluo could sleep together, allowing her to keep an eye on Dai Xingluo and prevent any nighttime raids.
They took the elevator to their rooms, which happened to be next to each other.
After placing Chen Xuan in one room, Dai Xingluo helped Xu Mu to leave.
"Where are you going?"
Meng Wanyue asked from the side.
"I'm obviously sleeping in the other room with my brother."
Dai Xingluo answered without thinking.
"In your dreams!"
Meng Wanyue grabbed Xu Mu's arm again. The two of them tussled for a moment before each taking a step back.
In the other room.
Dai Xingluo, Meng Wanyue, and Xu Mu were all there.
It was a standard room with two beds.
They placed Xu Mu on one of the beds and both let out a sigh of relief.
"Ah, I was fine in the ruins, but now that my body has relaxed, I feel so tired."
Meng Wanyue stretched vigorously. Even in her Hanfu, her perfect curves were revealed. "You go shower first. I'll shower after you."
"No way! You're definitely thinking of taking advantage of Boss Xu while I'm showering."
Dai Xingluo was very cautious, after all, Dai Xingluo was too shameless.
"Then I'll go first, alright?"
Dai Xingluo was somewhat speechless, then began to untie her own Hanfu.
"No! We shower together!"
Meng Wanyue also wanted to shower. If Dai Xingluo showered first and then she went, wouldn't that give them time alone again? She had to guard against her.
"Together it is then."
Dai Xingluo couldn't be bothered to argue further. She just wanted to shower and get a good night's sleep.
The two simultaneously took off their clothes and headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind them.
"Ouch! No wonder brother doesn't like you. Men prefer my type, big. With what you've got, brother wouldn't even be satisfied, let alone a future child."
Dai Xingluo's voice came from inside.
"You're not that much bigger than me."
Meng Wanyue said flatly. "I'm above the national average."
"Hah, ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. Sorry to say, the woman standing before you is a 36D."
Dai Xingluo's tone was full of confidence.
She suddenly felt Meng Wanyue wasn't even worthy of competing with her anymore.
After they finished showering, they argued for a while about sleeping arrangements, finally deciding to push the two beds together.
They lay on either side, closed their eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
...
Xu Mu frowned slightly and nuzzled gently.
He had underestimated the liquor. After all, it was made from rare spiritual treasures; drinking it was practically the same as consuming the treasures directly.
The fermented taste of those treasures was still strong in his mouth.
Suddenly, Xu Mu's body stiffened.
Something was off. Why was there an added scent of milk amidst these flavors?
He opened his eyes abruptly and found his face buried in Dai Xingluo's bosom.
"What's going on?"
Xu Mu was bewildered.
Did she take advantage of him while he was asleep?
He gently turned over and found he had escaped from one thunderous mountain only to land on another.
Only then did Xu Mu realize Meng Wanyue was on the other side.
He now gently rolled onto his back again, facing upwards.
Perhaps his movement caused both women to snuggle a bit closer to him.
Xu Mu's head was now trapped as if by four clasps, unable to move an inch.
"This is stronger than any formation."
Xu Mu thought to himself.
"Brother..."
Suddenly, Dai Xingluo's murmuring voice drifted over.

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

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.”

nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...

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?"