Volume One, Chapter 69: At This Moment, I Think I Like You a Little

Mo Xingyuan hadn’t been so agitated at first. A few words from Su Li were enough to make him restless and uneasy.

“You think it’s inconvenient for you to see someone because I’m staying at your place, don’t you?” Mo Xingyuan knew she was not someone to be trifled with.

Su Li didn’t bother to argue, simply nodded. “There’s some truth to that.”

A heavy weight pressed against Mo Xingyuan’s chest, leaving him suffocated.

Taking a small sip of wine, Su Li gazed softly at Mo Xingyuan, whose face had grown pale. “I just want to find a good place for my love.”

Mo Xingyuan drew a sharp breath, his eyes blazing.

He could see it clearly—she was determined to drive him mad.

A cold, mocking laugh escaped his lips. “You’ll be waiting a long time.”

In a village as populous as Qian Village, they were bound to become a thorn in everyone’s side. In time, when he was outnumbered, defeat was inevitable.

This kind of fruit, when first bitten into, was enough to make your teeth ache from the sourness, with a lingering astringent taste.

Fei Wan was transfixed, as if witnessing a conversation between two old souls to which no one else could contribute.

Li Dezhen had been wearing a sneer of confidence as he threw his punch, but suddenly his face froze. He had no time to withdraw his flaming fist—Yuan Anping met his attack with a calm, unassuming punch.

In her previous life, Hua Ruxue had stationed spies around them, so that everything her sister and she did was at Hua Ruxue’s fingertips. Even the pattern of their breathing was known; within moments, Hua Ruxue would be aware, and even her tears were not her own.

Because of the upheaval in the Gu family, Gu Xinian left a message on the vermilion bird’s anklet, instructing Biluo to return early.

They were dragged inside, each pulling the other along. With their good looks, it wasn’t just a matter of being paid—these women would have come even without payment, especially to a place like this.

But this time, they wouldn’t be mistaken. The orange was so large; they had seen with their own eyes Cheng Chuli place it inside, only changing its position. How could such a thing escape their notice?

Yuan Dingtian was both shocked and confused. He had only seen Yuan Anping’s calm punch meet his son’s fierce kick, and then his son was sent flying backward, while Yuan Anping staggered back a few steps.

Such shamelessness! Before I could say a word, he had already wrapped his arms tightly around me. This time, I was truly above him, and he was beneath me. His face drew closer and closer, and in a haze, he kissed me. My eyes closed instinctively, trembling with happiness.

The blade hovered mere inches from his forehead, blood streaming from his hand. The pain tore through him as if his heart were being gouged out, the deadly intent at the tip of the knife threatening to rip him apart.

At that moment, Yue Longtian leaned against the corner, gasping for breath as he looked at the fallen Inoue Goto, a trace of confusion in his eyes.

A flash of white light, and the porcelain plate shattered to dust. Surveying the surroundings, nothing seemed affected. The scene just now was both miraculous and invaluable.

The entire Luan Yun Ridge became a place of utter peril, with murderous intent sweeping unchecked, rivers of blood flowing. In the distance, Ghost Calculator, Xiao Lin, and others drew longbows of tempered steel, notching rune arrows crafted by Ye Yu with piercing arrows and talismans. Loosing their strings, the arrows streaked through the sky like meteors, exploding at the slightest contact with a cultivator.

“Kill!” The two split apart. Changsun Changkong’s eyes shone a golden, demonic light as he suddenly gripped his sword with both hands. The entire Dragon Chant Sword trembled violently, suddenly expanding to a length of ten fathoms, nearly splitting the heavens.

Yue Longtian and Zhen Wanting exchanged awkward glances. Watching themselves on the screen, they didn’t know what to feel.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a hush fell all around, so silent you could hear every breath.

“Wretch!” As it turned out, Ji Xiaorui’s skills were still lacking. She was defeated after only a few exchanges and started cursing wildly. She had wanted to fight back and had just grabbed the bat leaning against the stool when a figure suddenly loomed before her.

He dared not hesitate, turning his fists into palms and striking at the serpent’s vital spot. He thought this would be enough to kill it, but as he tore open the snake’s body, a jet of green liquid sprayed out.

Madam Sun thanked Su Lingyu profusely and insisted that Zhong Sheng personally escort them home.

Nangong Yue’s uncle and aunt were often away, so they rarely came home for meals. When Lin Qianxia was away, Nangong Ling would not come home for dinner either.

As for the Void Origin Pill for early-stage cultivators and the Void Ink Pill for mid-stage, the ingredients had long since been gathered through deals with the Black Bear and Fire Pheasant demons, but there were still quite a few among the Monkey King’s hoard.

Fu Cang sighed softly, pressing his face to her heart, where the pulse was clear and melodious. He closed his eyes tightly, unable to imagine the sound of her heart breaking, realizing he was the very thing she could not bear.

When she arrived at Song Fangfei’s house, she found the kitchen already lit, with Song Fangfei bustling inside.

If they had never met, why ask, “Do you really not remember where we’ve seen each other before?”

It was a mountain cave, shrouded by thick vines. If not for that dog, who knows when it would have been discovered.

They were housed in a lavish palace, every detail thoughtfully arranged, yet none of them was conscious, not even given the chance to attempt an escape.

Tang Lele found some angelica root inside, as well as perilla, star anise, and pepper. Finding these brought a smile to her face. She continued to search the room and discovered wild scallions, ginger, cumin, and wild chilies.

She had assumed the prince’s rank would be higher than that of the imperial concubines, but it seemed hers was not inferior to his.

“This child likes activities with strong patterns, like playing with Rubik’s cubes or finding numerical sequences. He solved the problem he did on the bus yesterday, and Dong Manni rewarded him with an airplane model. I wonder if this has any connection to the pattern of the deaths,” Sun Yuchen said.

Fireball rolled on the ground, crouching low, curling into a ball to avoid the net, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

She hadn’t expected to lose her composure so completely. Bai Youlan was a little embarrassed, sniffled to stop her tears, lifted her head from Luo Mingxuan’s embrace, and handed him the canteen slung over her shoulder, without a word.

The emperor is far away and the heavens high. Chen Yutou Village straddles the border of two nations—both can claim it, and neither can truly control it.