Volume One, Chapter 92: I Don't Know Pain at All

Mo Xingyuan once said he would never sleep with someone he didn’t love.
So, now, perhaps he loved her a little.
Su Li’s fingers gripped his lower back.
Suddenly, Mo Xingyuan stopped.
Puzzled, Su Li asked, “What’s wrong?”
Mo Xingyuan reached for his phone by the headboard. The screen lit up, glaringly bright in the dark.
The vibration seemed especially loud in the quiet.
Su Li’s mood turned cold in an instant.
She was displeased, tinged with anger. “Is it Bai Zhiyao again?”
“My mother.”
“….”
Mo Xingyuan didn’t get up; he was still on top of her, though not pressing her down.
He answered the call and put it on speaker.
“Mom.”
“Your father’s been in a car accident. He’s in the hospital now.” His mother’s voice…
Wu Liang, who had returned, did not go straight back to Yile Ramen. Instead, he took out his crystal ball, searching for a new target.
Even Luo Qingcheng, who stood beside him, flashed a look of disappointment in her eyes. He had gotten carried away—one must tread carefully in the entertainment industry. Li Ping’an’s actions this time were reckless and unwise.
“Have you tested it yet? How demanding is the game on a phone’s hardware?” Chu Feng asked.

“Wei, you truly are an old hand at the yamen,” Jiang Erpi flattered, though Wei Ying was only in his thirties and had joined the Embroidered Guards less than ten years ago.
Before the cataclysm, Wild Bee Valley was known by another name—‘Golden Valley.’ During the three years of famine, many villagers survived by trading honey for other supplies.
In reality, there were many unspoken rules behind these awards. Take Li Ping’an’s three nominations: the Grand Prize, Most Popular Host, and the Contribution Award. The last was of little consequence; what truly mattered were the Grand Prize and Most Popular Host.
Around them, leaves drifted in the wind, clouds hung motionless at the horizon, and islands moved in the sky.
Forty-three exotic fruits—not only could the two of them reach the pinnacle of the second tier, but they could also train forty new experts at that level.
Within that purple demonic light, a figure emerged, too distant to make out his features. His black robes fluttered in midair, swirling with the wind, like a mandrake blossoming alone in the night—captivating and wicked.
Qingzhou nodded slightly, signaling for them not to stand on ceremony. She stepped forward and saw Wanchongshan still lying in a deep sleep. Qingzhou’s nose stung; she stayed silently by his side, tending to him with care.
In his previous life, although many desired him, none dared act due to his background. Still, he’d seen such things and was not surprised.
He resisted opening up, yet he truly couldn’t resolve An Liran’s situation. In matters of the heart, Lu Chuan was right—he was an utter fool.
She would never give Yu Fanghua a second chance. Gao Heng had never bullied anyone from a position of power, but if someone dared bully her, she would never play the saint.
It seemed I finally understood. With a hint of experimentation, I used a card I rarely touched to call Shen Mochen again.
The messenger’s heart skipped when he saw Wanchongshan’s figure. He lowered his head, not daring to meet Wanchongshan’s eyes.
They didn’t dare walk directly from the third floor, for fear of passing open dorms and nosy seniors. So, they slipped quietly down the stairs at the far end of the fourth floor by the washroom.
Qingzhou listened quietly until the old madam and Ning had finished all their instructions before leaving.
“If even you can come back and face all this for the family, how could I be afraid? The Chen family are guardians of the mountain; Chen blood flows through us—our involvement was fated from the start, wasn’t it?” I smiled at Second Uncle.
“Soul search?” The other five all froze. The demon son recovered first, glancing at Mo Xi, who had turned deathly pale, a trace of pity in his eyes.
She had never imagined her father would apologize to her—not even in her dreams. Their last argument was because he’d demanded she forgive Ruan Manqing for everything. Now, if he apologized, was he sincere or did he want something again?
Sure enough, when the opposite cliff returned to calm, the battered Jirachi and Zoroark collapsed and fell unconscious.

The Prince of Lanling had already taken two steps forward. He turned and flung a Shadow Dagger, hoping to slow Hua Mulan’s advance. Seeing the dagger, black water dripping from its tip, hurtling closer, Hua Mulan simply flicked her cloak, deflecting it, then unleashed a powerful “Azure Break Slash,” cutting across the distance.
“Doctor Wang won’t let me use weapons. Let’s just go barehanded, loosen up our muscles a bit.” Jian Zhen did a few warm-ups, each joint cracking loudly.
“How odd—am I just overthinking this?” You Ya peered through the window’s crack at the harmonious scene inside and finally left, reassured.
At first, they thought it was a variety show broadcast; only later did they realize it was a streamer’s live feed.
“You both saw it use instant transmission too?” Zhao Chen looked at Hu Hu and Milotic.
If Li Na wanted to add him on WeChat and act pitiful, would this gentle guy comfort her as well?
After retiring, Xu Jie truly enjoyed a period of leisure, but retirement syndrome is universal, ancient and modern. One day you hold the reins of power, the next you are idle. Who could endure it? So Xu Jie found himself a hobby: compiling the family genealogy.
“My name is Zhu Jianping,” Zhao Zhu replied without hesitation, while someone still in the mission world took the blame for him.
In the distance, a kite had soared higher and higher, rising freely in the boundless sky, making one feel a hint of envy.
That was why Tuyula, after countless hardships and even unto death, never found a suitable apprentice and had to build a tomb, asking an old friend to help recruit one. Ordinary mages simply couldn’t cultivate space magic.
Everyone couldn’t help but look up, only to see a giant owl, who knows when it arrived, alight beside Shen Chen.
All the cells holding beasts had their outer guard panels lowered. The moment the panels fell, I saw scratch marks appearing on the iron plates.
“Good thing I was prepared, or I would’ve used up half my magic.” As he spoke, he took out a magic crystal. The battle wasn’t over; he needed to replenish his energy at once.
Qimiao obeyed and stepped out as he had when beside Xu Yuanchun—silent among strangers, but otherwise sociable, tactful, able to blend in and keep secrets. That was a remarkable talent.
Still, I tried the egg. Not bad—plain and simple, it really tasted like a fried egg, better than the noodles.
To other merchants, Xu Yuanzuo seemed almost desperate for talent, not even demanding references before recruiting.