Volume One, Chapter 109: Su Li, We Won’t Divorce

Mo Xingyuan came to a stop.
He turned around, and the woman collided straight into him.
He did not move.
Su Li held her forehead, preparing to step back, but Mo Xingyuan held her in place.
“Let me go!” Su Li pushed him.
Mo Xingyuan hugged her briefly before loosening his grip. His palm slid down from her arm to hold her hand, leading her forward.
His fingertips gently brushed her ring finger, which remained bare.
Yet he wore that ring—firmly binding his married status.
Their steps slowed, perfectly synchronized, everything as calm as the tranquil sea before them, without a ripple.
Only Su Li knew that Mo Xingyuan’s actions had stirred a tempest within her heart.

“You’re hardly obedient! Why snatch my little brother’s cloth tiger? Where’s your teddy bear?” Feng Qingxue recalled sewing a brown teddy bear for Xiongxiong, fittingly named and dearly loved, always played with joyfully.

The entire General’s Mansion was divided into the rear courtyard, middle courtyard, and front courtyard. Those who had access to the front courtyard were mostly long-serving household staff, while the rear courtyard often felt isolated, as if cut off from the world.

Abbot Tanzhi’s expression darkened; this would not do. The development of the Buddhist order was hard-earned, especially for Shaolin—a monastery founded on martial prowess. What did it rely on? The youth. With one sentence, the source of their youth recruitment was severed; wouldn’t Shaolin be doomed?

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“Can’t even read the quadrant, yet so shameless!” Airi sneered, watching Gorgon’s baffled face, then left the room with satisfaction.

“What do you suggest we do? Just watch the cooked duck fly away? This is a grave humiliation for Baekje!” The Baekje prince seethed with rage, grabbing the envoy’s collar and hurling insults.

A fierce wind arose; lightning and thunder cracked the sky. Sinister blood-red clouds severed the heavens and earth. Rivers ran red with blood, and devastation stretched as far as the eye could see.

At that moment, Xu Nian’s attack transcended the three-dimensional world’s five elements and two principles. His successive three moves, “Hand that Plucks Stars,” entered a brief temporal barrier after descending.

A voice within urged him to leave, yet Zhu Jiuyin could not resist and involuntarily moved closer to Mu Jiudian’s window.

Chu Yousen cracked his knuckles, then clenched his fists tightly. This time, he did not use soul arts but prepared for straightforward, brutal close combat.

Was it a provocation? Perhaps, but more so a dissatisfaction with the stalemate on Mount Jiuqin.

Tang Feng gazed at the massive black beast before him, speechless. The Hummer H2 retained the iconic, visually striking shape of a Hummer yet added many decorative elements—elegant, generous, and fiercely imposing—truly every man’s dream car.

Huang Gang reclined on a leather chair, swaying gently, imagining the upcoming personnel reshuffle. The more he thought, the happier he felt, and with a smile, he drifted into sleep.

Beside Wang Boqiang stood five or six nurses and doctors in white coats. Outside were a dozen or so shirtless men, their rough hands and simple expressions suggesting they were laborers.

At that moment, the elderly man behind Ling Yunfeng, who had kept his eyes closed, suddenly moved. Like teleportation, he appeared before Ling Yunfeng and stretched out his hands. The spinning silver bullet was caught firmly in his palm.

Why had the man he sent not returned, yet the Scar had? Qinglan’s heart stirred with doubt; a bad premonition hovered uncertainly. But given the circumstances, there was no choice but to take one step at a time.

The waiter hurriedly straightened up and froze upon recognizing Yi Shuihan. Then she looked at Tang Feng, finally resting her gaze on the hands Tang Feng and Yi Shuihan held together.

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Feeling somewhat unlucky, I walked out to the garden bench, sat down, and lit a cigarette. Su Duoduo sat beside me, still smiling at my predicament.

“In the China region, even worldwide, the only one capable of defending a city and establishing a neutral zone is probably the Ye family.” This was the consensus among most players; so far, no evidence had overturned this belief.

Hong had collapsed nearby on the ground, surrounded by a mysterious ice-blue mystical sword aura. Whenever the cold sword light touched him, it transformed into a gentle glow that bestowed the sword soul’s defensive skill “Sword Qi Protection.” This was Ye Wang Huanghun’s ability, and his way of guarding.

Yin Guizhen, emboldened by the wine, cast aside all shame. She slipped off Luo Yichen’s jacket, baring her shoulders as she threw herself into his arms. Her hands were already grasping his belt. Yin Guizhen had never seduced a man like this before; her movements were clumsy.

Chen Yuan stretched leisurely, retrieving a nanmu wood cup from the You Mansion. It was a “Qionghua Zhenlu” brewed by Zhou Yingxiong, serving as a sort of Red Bull for cultivators, said to replenish the spirit depleted by excessive training.

His master, a fiftieth-generation disciple of the Taiyi Sect, was merely a branch disciple left behind on Earth after the sect’s disappearance.

Mo Li stood there dazed, his consciousness detached from his body, drifting into the pitch-black night sky. He saw the entire Qiuling County reduced to ruins, filled with cries and wails. Wherever there was light were fires caused by candles and overturned oil lamps.

The first lesson at the School of Yin and Yang had left a deep impression on Qingwu, profoundly influencing her. It could be said that her future actions were inseparably linked to that lesson.

Pellegrini and the substitute players and coaches of Real Madrid behind him appeared relaxed, some even smiling.

For those who had lost their normal personalities, merely living was a form of suffering; the human world was hell itself.

Now, with one foot pressing on Scorpio, Falcon only needed to press a switch, and the left foot of the power network began an overclocked stomp.