Volume One, Chapter 81: Mo Xingyuan, I Miss You a Little

The cards were in Su Li’s hands, but whether she could win or not was not up to her. Mo Xingyuan was the one truly controlling the game.

“Just play your cards properly,” Mo Xingyuan said as he sat down, peeling a shrimp and placing the tender meat in front of her.

Su Li smiled gently at his words. “Alright.”

Life seemed to be getting better and better, far removed from what she had once imagined; she found herself wishing such days could last even longer. Without demanding love, her life with Mo Xingyuan was already quite good.

After dinner, Su Li took the initiative to wash the dishes.

Just then, Mo Xingyuan received a phone call and went off to answer it.

When Su Li finished tidying up the kitchen, she found him sitting on the sofa with a laptop on his lap, seemingly working. Su Li—

He had returned. The one who had once tried to kill her and whom she had also tried to kill, a man who knew many truths and lies, had come back.

Unconsciously, she wandered into the front yard. Vice Officer Wang was just about to enter when his gaze caught sight of Hua Taotao. One foot that had already stepped inside was quickly withdrawn as he turned and walked toward her, his expression unchanged.

No need to say more; Liu Jie and Wang Yangguang understood well enough the impact that opening a workshop at the Tianzhuang estate would have both on themselves and on the villagers.

Lin Feng’s eyes felt as if struck by lightning, then immediately plunged into darkness. He knew this was not good, but fortunately, after a moment, his vision gradually cleared.

Bai Yu was briefly stunned, but upon seeing the other’s reaction, his earlier discomfort quickly faded.

After flying for two or three hours, Xiao Lianmeng, Gu Changqing, and the others were indeed tired, and their mounts were exhausted as well. They exchanged glances and landed in a forest near Misty Mountain.

Taking out her phone, she dialed Mo Feiyun’s number. It rang for a long time before someone finally picked up, but as soon as the other party spoke, Yuan Mu had a bad premonition.

At this moment, the long staff had transformed into a brilliant silver, its thin, sharp edge glinting with a fang-like light in the pouring rain.

The intense aura of the Holy Dragon swept out in all directions, sending the earth dragons, wyverns, lesser dragons, and giant dragons in the Divine Wind Academy’s dragon grounds into collective shivers of fear.

She held her breath and retreated slowly, inch by inch, but any slight movement drew the attention of several incoming enemies.

Han Hui and the others had taken the bright and open path, yet they were still not safe; this was precisely why he had gone to such lengths to hide them.

At this point, Ye Suiyun’s power was entirely spent. He only noticed Tang Xiyao standing before him when she arrived. He quickly wiped his face and turned aside. Tang Xiyao, not wanting to embarrass him, said nothing more and simply sat down beside him.

“It’s nothing, really!” Matchstick wasn’t one to overstep; he chuckled awkwardly.

Suddenly, the right wing tip of the aerial fighter snapped off, and the broken section flew toward the Doom Armor, which caught it in one hand.

Kakashi ultimately took on the mission quietly, while Tsunade turned her attention to the letter at her side.

Meng Fanhai, Sakamoto Tatsuo of the Divine Wind, and even someone like Zhou Wanpeng might use this opportunity to make trouble for him—something Zhang Yiming could easily anticipate.

“Nightblade, are you alright?” Apologetically withdrawing her index finger, Haruko looked at him with concern. Nightblade shook his head with a stern face.

After coming down from the battlefield, Huan Sha quickly entered seclusion. The fierce battle had brought her tremendous gains. The shackles that had held her back from the peak of the Postnatal Realm were loosening, and she seized the chance to begin her closed training.

Having just taken the left eye from Shisui, he found he could not yet implant it into his own socket.

The sound from the bone flute sent a tremor through his spirit, as if struck by a great force. The mighty aura erupting from Yuan Hong was like a grand firework, now slowly fading.

It turned out those he truly despised were only the mediocre, those who muddled through life caught in the middle.

Regarding what to do about the approaching Far East Fleet near Hong Kong’s waters, the roughnecks still hadn’t reached a consensus. For the safety of the “Sea Giant,” they certainly couldn’t let John Bull’s Far East Fleet come any closer, but opinions varied on whether they should confront them more aggressively.

“Cut the chatter and put on your slippers,” Lan Mingxin said, unlocking the smart shoe cabinet with her phone and popping open a drawer filled with disposable slippers.

A hundred million dollars a year—of course Wang Jing was beyond tempted. But if he entered professional boxing and became champion, he’d be thrust into the global spotlight, and sooner or later, his high-tech enhancements would be discovered.

Given the empty surroundings, it was likely those hiding in the shadows were hesitant to act for fear of offending the bar’s backing.

Uncle Tang and I realized that continuing to question further would be fruitless; after some thought, we both left Tang Zi’s room.

In fact, in this timeline, after the British obtained airplane manufacturing technology from the travelers, most of the Royal Navy’s large warships were gradually equipped with seaplanes for reconnaissance.

Li Yuyuan gripped the Ancient Dragon Sword as the rapid-speed sword technique of the Quasi Star Lord burst forth, sword energy pounding the void into blocks and whipping up a fierce wind.

Soon, the leader of the New Eastern Sword Sect floated into mid-air, the golden spatula on his back radiating scorching light like a blazing sun, illuminating the vast forest as if it were day.

With Su Zhe’s current strength, his hidden aces were plentiful—against ordinary fifth-rank martial artists, he had nothing to fear.

But now, with competitors emerging and confirmation that the Americans would launch their phone in February, and Huawei would do the same in Spain that month, things were changing.

Still, some ministers, with nothing better to do, meddled in affairs, thinking that since the emperor had only two princes, the line of succession was too thin—it would be best if the empress could provide him one or two more sons.

Suddenly, as if a wildfire swept through him, a powerful heat made Qin Yu shudder. It felt as if his skin had touched molten lava, and every pore on his body opened instantly.

Wan Qiyun calculated inwardly. There had only been seven or eight customers in Han Jia’s shop earlier. After deducting monthly rent, staff salaries, utilities, and promotional expenses, the billiards hall was currently running at a loss.

“Understood, Father!” replied the black-clad man with the darting eyes, his voice weak and thin.

Sun Tiexin’s furrowed brow slowly relaxed; stroking his black beard, he asked with some puzzlement.

No matter whether Master Fu was present or not, today was Fu Yichen’s birthday. Be it as a business partner, tenant, or friend, celebrating his birthday was nothing out of the ordinary.