Volume One, Chapter 78: Hey, She's Crying

Su Li read the message without realizing anything was amiss.

“Nothing left.”

After sending those two words, everything returned to its previous state.

Su Li was almost accustomed to it.

Until the end of the workday, her conversation with Mo Xingyuan lingered only on those two words.

A man’s heart, too, is like a needle at the bottom of the ocean.

Su Li walked out of the company with her colleagues, preparing to hail a taxi, when she spotted Mo Xingyuan’s car parked across the street.

Waving goodbye to her coworkers, she headed toward the car.

Mo Xingyuan sat inside, watching Su Li limp towards him.

A faint smile hung on her lips.

Everything appeared as usual.

Su Li opened the passenger door, leaned in first, and smiled at Mo Xingyuan…

Suddenly, all the leaves around Shi Quan shot off the trees like darts, whistling as they broke free and rushed toward the sunflower seeds.

Wang Hou saw a crowd of unfamiliar faces around him and laughed, “Today I’ll take off my Taoist hat and see who dares trouble me.” The old Taoist nun replied coldly, “With your looks, you should be glad no one’s bothering you.” Wang Hou was about to take off his hat, but paused mid-action, unsure what to do.

Meng Qi, however, was genuinely happy for Hu Xian’er. In his view, during this time Hu Xian’er no longer clung to him as she once did, and had become diligent in her cultivation. It seemed she had matured greatly over those three years.

After leaving the restaurant, Wang Hou asked directions and learned that Jiuhua Mountain was more than three hundred miles away. He thought, “If I use the Wind-Stepping technique, I could reach it in a day. But it’s not convenient to use it in daylight... Might as well spend the morning sightseeing, find a place to rest in the afternoon, and travel by night.” With that, he strolled up the mountain steps.

Tong Niuer quickly realized that if Yin Ruoxue truly intended to use him, she would have dispatched a master from the inner court whom he had never seen, not such a useless half-wit easily recognized at a glance. Wouldn’t that be too foolish?

She thought, truly, there’s no business without cunning! If only she’d negotiated the delivery of the package before paying.

Once inside Sai Tianxian’s room, she tossed Huo Minying onto the bed, landing right beside Sai Tianxian.

Hua Feiyan’s words left Hua Mian utterly stunned. She glanced at Ji Yunye beside her, but saw his brows lightly furrowed, a look of confusion on his face.

Zhu An’s laughter had barely faded when Yuanwei’s staff was already pressed against Guan’e’s chest. Guan’e had no time to conjure his shield, hurriedly raising his longsword in defense.

Yuanwei felt somewhat disappointed. After years apart, Rao Meng seemed to have changed a lot—her words and expressions lacked the closeness and reliance she once showed toward him, and she seemed to deliberately maintain a certain distance.

Over twenty skilled archers stepped forward, drew their bows, lit the oil-soaked arrowheads with flint, and shot them toward the gate.

After only a short distance, Lu Chen felt dizzy—his earlier exertion had been too great, and even he struggled to hold on.

After half an incense stick’s time, the disciples below began whispering among themselves. Elder Yao continued to heal Zuo Jun, while Yan Daozi and others had already revived Gong Jiu. Their conclusion: his mind was damaged! Though no longer crazed as before, everyone saw the vacant look in Gong Jiu’s eyes.

In his sleep, Zi Mo, perhaps troubled by blocked breathing, subconsciously waved his hand in front of his face.

Watching a young, unfamiliar outsider venture alone, the old local thugs eyed him like wolves, sizing up the worth of his possessions and whether it would be worth risking their lives for a score.

The cabin door creaked open. Canghai Kui stepped out, glanced at the bow, frowned slightly, then looked at the shadowy figure at the stern. After some hesitation, she walked over.

Someone took a step forward, and the previously motionless skeleton soldiers raised their spears, a dense aura of death sweeping in, while at that moment, chaos broke out, and many people lost their composure.

Using hostages, the criminal syndicates forced Akizuki Tsunako to use her powers to kill the gang leader allied with the Akizuki family, dragging all the innocent bystanders nearby into the incident. Tsunako was arrested by Guan Ling following that event.

But the immobilization talisman placed on Yang Bian vanished in less than half a quarter hour, a fleeting moment before the spell failed.

Cao Peng knew that achieving this was already impressive; after all, the first rule in the trial field was to trust no one’s word.

But then he thought, if such talent stayed by his side, future success would be within reach.

“I understand, Doctor. I’ll make sure she rests and recovers.” After hearing the doctor’s words, Gu Wanwan’s eyes were filled with pain; she hadn’t expected Ling’er to be so seriously injured.

Indeed, he might truly not know whom he was sent to kill. Otherwise, with acting skills like that, he could easily win an Oscar.

In this life, Yang Xiuji once again fell in love with Yun Manrou. Knowing they could not be together in reality, he chose to walk toward death with her.

He suddenly slammed her onto the dining table, his blood vessels nearly bursting, the veins on his forehead protruding.

She was truly panicked—panicked enough to beg Chu Lianyan for help. If she really had done something wrong, she would even apologize to Han Shuo, just as long as he... didn’t abandon her.

Lily of the Valley saw Lin Jia silent for a moment, knowing such a decision would draw much suspicion. She smiled faintly, sighing inwardly. It didn’t matter—having come this far, she cared little for others’ opinions. Yet, the emptiness at her heart seemed impossible to fill, and even her breathing became shallow and light.

This time, Bai Ye needed to pass through the capital en route to Flame Mountain. He planned to visit the Yang family and see Young Master Yang, whom he hadn’t seen for some time, and take the opportunity to pay his respects.

Finding such a place, Gu Wanwan was truly satisfied, but couldn’t find words to thank Yan Wushuang. Seeing Wu Yan and Bai Wutong also exhausted, she pulled them down to sit.

The happier Shen Susu became, the calmer I needed to be. No matter how vivid the image in my mind, I refused to believe I could ever be so cruel as to stab my father-in-law in his sleep.

Upon returning to the Thousand Island Lake Palace, Gong Qianzhu immediately sought out Gong Xuan Yue, searching most of the island without finding her. Asking around yielded nothing but confusion, and a sense of unease crept in, prompting her to find Chu Cuicheng.

Everyone dispersed, and Nan Xueyu suddenly laughed, saying, “So, Your Highness and my brother anticipated the enemy long ago. I was too presumptuous, showing off without cause—how embarrassing.” Had she known precautions were taken overnight, she wouldn’t have been so anxious and sleepless.

Until the blood in An Eleven’s legs returned to its normal red, Yan Yan finally stopped, pulling out antidote ointment from her space ring to treat and bandage An Eleven’s wounds.

Guarding Nan Wuxin, I hadn’t slept at all. Though not truly exhausted, since there was nothing pressing, I simply closed my eyes to rest.

All she saw was darkness, so deep it was frightening. The whole world seemed reduced to black. Perhaps because she couldn’t see, her hearing became particularly acute—the sound of wind scraping leaves across the ground became the only noise in her days of silence.