Volume One, Chapter 58: When I Get Home Tonight, I'll Teach Him a Lesson
Su Li stared at the message, feeling that Mo Xingyuan was truly overdue for a lesson.
He just had to come and provoke her!
Couldn’t he simply finish his meal and leave?
She had already pretended not to see him, yet he insisted on parading himself before her for attention.
Su Li ignored him.
Lu Jing stifled a laugh. “He’s coming over.”
Su Li frowned.
“Hello,” Mo Xingyuan greeted Lu Jing.
Out of courtesy, Lu Jing nodded.
Mo Xingyuan stood beside Su Li, lowering his head to look at her.
Some men’s faces flushed, their breath growing heavy; others drew women clad in gauzy veils closer, their hands wandering unconsciously over the women’s bodies.
What Thor desired most now was food she had never tasted, or dishes she’d once enjoyed but had not eaten her fill of.
In Erebus, the place where gold was stored underground, coins piled up like the sands of a desert, heaped everywhere.
To forsake one’s ancestors is a grave offense, so no matter how desolate the tomb, no matter how tall the wild grass grows over the grave, no “outsider” would help sweep it; this is tradition, an old custom.
At the Yanmen Pass, a disheveled, ragged man sat forlorn at the city gate, his eyes fixed intently on every passerby, carefully observing each one, not daring to miss a single soul.
“Your praise is too kind, elder. If it weren’t for your timely aid, I would have perished over two centuries ago and would not be alive today. To receive a master’s rescue now, I owe it all to your generosity!” Ruoya spoke with heartfelt emotion, moving Chen Mo deeply.
The whinnying sounded again. The chestnut horse gazed intently at Akdun, its large eyes full of confusion. Seeing Akdun wave and smile, the horse finally looked back at him once more, reluctant, before turning to swim toward the center of the river.
Hearing Chen Lan’s shouting, Leng Qianqian tried to comfort her sister, but her expression quickly changed. She suddenly realized that with Chen Lan’s commotion, the sound of motorcycle engines outside roared like thousands of firecrackers, and in just a short while, more than ten bikes had arrived.
Yet once that chance was missed, their relationship would remain as it was, never progressing.
This time, he had brought fifty trusted soldiers, each one painstakingly trained over the years and armed with the powerful, terrifying Seven-Star Soul-Hunting Crossbows.
Nan Gongjin’s face shifted between gloom and rage, dark as storm clouds, the veins on his knuckles bulging as if they might burst.
“Huh? Why is the master going to the Prince Jin’s manor? Could it be that the master is from there?” Okra blinked her curious eyes, utterly bewildered.
The other party was unexpectedly persistent, not only emphasizing his name repeatedly but insisting on writing it in Ning Xia’s palm, demanding she remember it before he would relent.
“He probably isn’t. He’s been coming and going in a hurry these days, quite unlike his usual behavior. I think he’s genuinely caught up with something important. If he comes in a few days, we can ask him then,” Gu Huai mused, thinking the man wasn’t avoiding Ning Xia but was truly occupied.
“Yes!” Su Yu heard Madam Hu utter the word with a gritted, venomous hatred.
The sharp-voiced man cursed as he walked over to Zhou Luiting, who was curled up on the ground. “Is this all you want to know? We can do far more than just chop off a cat’s leg. Don’t you want to beg for mercy?” he said, pinching her cheek as he spoke.
But these things require time and effort; they cannot be done carelessly. Fortunately, he possessed many cultivation methods, each with its own constraints, and by drawing from them all, he knew he would succeed eventually.
All three stared at the two who were so brazen, yet the pair seemed utterly unconcerned, only intensifying the thick air of intimacy between them.
With her back to the princess, Su Yu wept silently. Her mother, fearing harm would come to her father and brother, had decided to send her away. But sending her away would only hurt herself.