Xu Mu currently had his eyes tightly shut, but through his senses, he discovered Dai Xingluo had already undone the belt of her Hanfu.
He immediately held his breath; the current situation was somewhat unfavorable.
"Brother..."
Dai Xingluo inched closer to Xu Mu, finally burrowing into his embrace.
She then gently took Xu Mu's hand and placed it on herself.
Xu Mu's body stiffened. What was wrong with this Dai Xingluo?
Could she be having a dream from the Spring Night Herb?
Just as Xu Mu was at a loss, Dai Xingluo suddenly reached out her hand and pinched Meng Wanyue's arm.
Meng Wanyue's eyes snapped open. When she saw Dai Xingluo was currently in Xu Mu's embrace, and Xu Mu's hand was still on the soft flesh of her chest.
She abruptly sat up.
She grabbed Xu Mu's arm, preparing to first pull his hand out.
"Aiyo! Brother is really something! Your little sister is too embarrassed to face anyone!"
Dai Xingluo's voice suddenly rose a few notches, her head hanging down in a bashful manner.
She was now covering her front, her delicate, pitiable appearance invoking tenderness. "How will your little sister ever get married in the future?"
Xu Mu cursed inwardly. This Dai Xingluo, her voice so loud, was clearly planning to wake him up.
But, she could never wake someone who was pretending to sleep.
Xu Mu rolled over, facing towards Meng Wanyue's side, not opening his eyes the entire time.
"Brother! You have to take responsibility! Responsibility!"
Seeing Xu Mu still hadn't woken up, Dai Xingluo began shaking him with both hands.
"Good wine, good wine! I'm not drunk!"
Xu Mu pushed Dai Xingluo's hands away and continued pretending to sleep.
"Don't disturb President Xu's sleep."
Meng Wanyue, seeing this, proactively lay down between Dai Xingluo and Xu Mu. She now faced Dai Xingluo, glaring at her fiercely.
Dai Xingluo had just prepared to get up and go to Xu Mu's other side when she was tightly embraced by Meng Wanyue.
...
Xu Mu opened his eyes, took out his phone to check the time; it was seven in the morning.
He had already woken up around midnight yesterday.
But later, he had fallen back asleep.
Turning his head to look at the two beside him, he found them hugging each other, their long hair intertwined.
They looked just like close sisters, almost kissing.
Seeing this scene, Xu Mu actually felt a hint of aesthetic beauty.
He immediately took out his phone and took a picture of the two.
He glanced through his senses and found Chen Xuan was right next door, so he prepared to go over.
He had just gotten off the bed when Dai Xingluo and Meng Wanyue heard the movement and opened their eyes simultaneously.
"Holy crap!"
Dai Xingluo, realizing she had almost kissed Meng Wanyue, immediately pushed her away.
Meng Wanyue had the same thought.
In her dream last night, she was clearly hugging Xu Mu while sleeping, feeling incredibly warm and soft.
How did the person in front of her turn out to be the Dai Xingluo she disliked the most?
Xu Mu smiled and took out his phone, sending the photo he had just taken to both of their phones.
Then he left the room and knocked on the door of the adjacent room.
After a short while, Chen Xuan opened the door. "Mu Ge, we drank too fiercely yesterday. My master and the others drink using small wine cups."
"Heh, we should keep a lower profile in the future, but this stuff is indeed strong."
As soon as Xu Mu finished speaking, Dai Xingluo and Meng Wanyue came out of the room.
“Brother, what kind of mess did you send?”
Dai Xingluo said with displeasure all over her face.
"Right, it's disgusting."
Meng Wanyue nodded in agreement.
"Alright, let's go home. Master the cultivation technique sooner rather than later."
Xu Mu smiled at the two.
"Brother, does your head still hurt?"
Dai Xingluo asked with concern.
"My head doesn't hurt, but my arms are a bit sore."
Xu Mu shook his arms.
Dai Xingluo and Meng Wanyue glanced at each other. Could it be from them pulling on him yesterday?
...
The group went their separate ways.
Dai Xingluo drove to Yang City, while Xu Mu drove Meng Wanyue and Chen Xuan back to Jiang City.
He dropped Meng Wanyue off at the entrance of her residential complex, then drove around Jiang City with Chen Xuan.
"Mu Ge, that Miao He, she should be from the Jiuli Clan, right?"
Chen Xuan, sitting in the back seat, suddenly asked seriously.
"You know about it?"
Xu Mu wasn't too surprised.
"My master once said that the Jiuli Clan has silver hair and red pupils. Although her eyes aren't red, her hair is silver, and she knows so much about the Jiuli Clan."
Chen Xuan said calmly.
"You're right, she is from the Jiuli Clan. What else do you know about this race?"
Xu Mu asked curiously.
“Master said they are an alien race, born for battle. Almost every one of them can fight above their level. It's fortunate they are few in number; otherwise, they would be a serious threat to us.”
Chen Xuan continued, "Their combat mainly divides into witchcraft and main soldiers. Witchcraft mostly involves using poison and formations. Main soldiers are essentially warriors."
Xu Mu nodded inwardly; it matched what was recorded in the plot. "Old Chen, where are you planning to go next?"
"My purpose for coming down the mountain this time has only two parts: calling off an engagement and finding my senior sister."
Chen Xuan paused and looked at Xu Mu in the front seat. "Mu Ge, to be honest with you, following you is too interesting, but I feel a bit embarrassed to keep imposing."
“What's there to be embarrassed about?”
Xu Mu looked at Chen Xuan through the rearview mirror. "Why don't you just stay in Jiang City? We can look for your remaining fiancée and your senior sister together."
"Alright! Then I won't stand on ceremony."
Chen Xuan nodded repeatedly.
Xu Mu truly felt Chen Xuan was a good guy.
Since he liked his senior sister so much, Xu Mu would help him look. May lovers finally be united.
By the way, Jiang Huihui's grandfather is recently going to hold a martial arts competition to seek a husband for her.
Xu Mu suddenly remembered this matter and spoke up.
"Mu Ge, you won't be able to keep pretending this time, right? With your strength, won't you handle it easily?"
Chen Xuan asked with a laugh.
"Don't let my build fool you; I'm actually quite weak. In most of the fights so far, it's been you blocking at the front, allowing me to ambush."
Xu Mu shook his head slightly. "In direct combat, I only know a thing or two."
"Anyway, I think you'll definitely win."
Chen Xuan said with a serious expression.
This time, Xu Mu dropped Chen Xuan off at a hotel before driving away. Before leaving, he told Chen Xuan he would find him a place to live in the next few days.
Returning home.
Xu Mu found Ye Tong, Ye Yu, and Feng Yue were all at home.
"Brother-in-law!"
Ye Yu, seeing Xu Mu, immediately jumped down from the sofa and rushed over to him.
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Ye Tong's head also showed favorability at this moment as she similarly walked towards Xu Mu.
She didn't even know what was wrong with her.
Not seeing Xu Mu for two days, she missed him terribly inside.
Counting it up, Xu Mu hadn't slept with her for two nights. Clearly, when Xu Mu was around, she wished he would go find someone else.
But when he wasn't, she always felt something was missing. Even sleeping with Ye Yu couldn't alleviate it.
She finally understood that she could no longer do without this man.
"Was everything okay with this trip?"
Ye Tong asked with concern.
"Aren't I perfectly fine?"
Xu Mu ruffled Ye Yu's head, turning her hair into a bird's nest, and smiled at Ye Tong.
"Brother-in-law! What did you go do?"
Ye Yu stepped back a few paces, fixing her hairstyle.
"We have too many enemies now. I need to get stronger. I went to train this time."
As Xu Mu said this, he suddenly remembered the cultivation technique in his mind. Come to think of it, he hadn't studied it yet.
After all, it's from the Tang Dynasty; it might have been lost to time long ago.
"By the way, my brother called me again yesterday,"
Ye Tong said suddenly.
"Ye Chen."
Xu Mu's eyes narrowed slightly.
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?"
'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.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
