Volume One, Chapter 96: After Kissing You, Is There Still Any Need for Explanation?

He Xinyan couldn’t help but laugh.

From the side, someone teased, “Hurry up and give her a kiss. Comfort your wife, what’s the matter? Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her.”

The usually stern and unsmiling Chi Mu also smiled.

Only Bai Zhiyao stood there watching them, completely unable to blend in.

She refused to believe that Mo Xingyuan would kiss Su Li here.

“Say that again,” Mo Xingyuan’s voice was cold and sharp.

Su Li leaned in closer. “I said, kiss me once, and I’ll forgive you.”

“Forgive me for what?” Mo Xingyuan narrowed his eyes. “Shouldn’t it be you who owes me an explanation?”

“So you mean I should ask you for forgiveness, right?” Su Li’s mind quickly twisted the logic.

Mo Xingyuan arrogantly lifted his chin.

Su Li...

That year’s Spring Festival, under Mu Chen’s instruction, added a segment of touring the southern border. Most royal family members would accompany the Emperor south, celebrating the New Year with the people in the ancient capital of Yinzhou in the Fanye region.

A wisp of the Ten Absolute Divine Flame rose in his hand, then transformed into a fiery net, instantly enveloping the head of the Wang family.

Because here, Qingjiao was inevitably reminded of the scene where her son was slain by Yi Xiaoyao.

For some reason, she completely trusted Zhang Hao now and returned to the co-pilot seat to sit properly.

Qingling did not expect that the first person to care whether she felt lonely would be Chun Yu Yan.

She considered herself a six-star Qi Master and wondered if she couldn’t capture someone with sealed martial arts skills—now, she believed Zhang Hao was fleeing solely by the strength of his own body.

Therefore, her first reaction was not to recognize who he was but to adopt a look ready to kill the Zhang Hao before her.

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Yin Fei’s wild, furious roar was accompanied by severe trembling. His voice was hoarse, his tone frantic, and his limbs icy cold.

Ling Hua had become so restless that she no longer respected even her own master. Entrusting her with the responsibility of supporting the sect was likely impossible.

This Taoist was probably no ordinary person—perhaps, far from a “living immortal.”

One by one, dark figures approached. When all appeared before Yan Xue and her group, there were nearly a hundred—enough to prepare for slaying a spiritual beast.

What he was doing now was precisely what Wei Zhongxian wanted to see. When the time was right, the plan to eradicate Wei Zhongxian could begin.

Sun Wukong only breathed heavily after seeing the Matchmaker disappear from the temple, finally relaxing his tense heart. He opened his palm, which was soaked with cold sweat.

Such a grand martial arts tournament, to witness it in their lifetime, was an event worth celebrating.

These people quickly scattered, but the water demon beast ignored them, fixating on Ye Feng and charging madly to kill, tear apart, and devour him.

The Mingxin Tower’s selection was about to begin. Mo Qingkuang concealed his identity and strength, traveling with Xu Qianyuan and two other Xu family heirs.

The clear, melodious dragon’s roar echoed. As the sword light soared into the upper air, it transformed into a golden dragon, its long tail sweeping into the clouds, pursuing the middle-aged man who had become a mere black dot.

Yan Huan looked up, then lowered her gaze to the golden clouds with intricate patterns before her. She did not look at the Emperor’s face—never to offend the imperial visage, as advised by Bian Que.

Once the treasure was handed over, it was gone. If killing Wei Wuji failed to turn the tide, the loss would be irreparable.

When a spiritual immortal enters the mortal realm, they must conceal their spiritual energy. Yan Huan had feared that after descending to the mortal world, the spiritual energy on Da Qiao’s hair might be discovered by other spiritual immortals, so she took precautions.

“I understand, thank you.” That night, Shen Tong received the order to act, with the major general instructing him to use the next day’s field training as an opportunity to leave the camp.

Ivan carried four packs of Eastern noodles out of the noodle shop, first walking straight several hundred meters toward the parked car, crossing to the opposite side of the road, then returning to the car and getting in. He signaled Wang Yan that they could drive off.

“When did we ever become people who watch movies together?!” In the dormitory corridor, Lan Yu’s voice was too loud. Several dorm doors opened, and curious classmates peeked out to see who was shouting during nap time.

During this process, he clearly noticed Monk San’s expression darken. Even if he didn’t lose his temper, he certainly bore no goodwill toward Lü Tianming.

Lan Yu suddenly understood. From the precise location of the directional marker, the other side of the wall was the secret cave he had visited yesterday afternoon.

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Finally, Lan Yu and Ding Zhen had a hearty dinner. Lan Yu felt his limbs more energized after stretching. After eating and patting his belly, he leisurely strolled to the seashore beach. Many people were swimming at night, and Ding Zhen was eager to jump into the sea.

I was secretly amazed—I didn’t expect to sleep so long and wake up at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains in Xinjiang.

Flamethrowers consume large amounts of oxygen and emit toxic fumes, causing suffocation indoors. The foreign army’s use of flamethrowers against me was an appropriate tactic. Yet, they never anticipated that these flamethrowers would become their death sentence, harming their own soldiers instead of me.

Back at the dorm, I found it impossible to settle down. I had planned to write something but failed. After sitting idly for twenty minutes, I couldn’t resist leaving for the internet café.

“This person? Though he just passed away, his fate is sealed, no cure possible. May the Lord comfort you.” The doctor kowtowed twice more to Ye Zhen, probably fearing Ye Zhen’s displeasure might lead to his demise, as such drama was common in ancient times.

Consort Ji had arranged everything. Even the so-called “adulterer” would make critical mistakes at key moments, provoking the Emperor’s shameful rage, causing the betrayed sovereign’s wrath to fall upon Lin Yi.

Even players with no prior knowledge could understand the special status of the player after seeing others confer.

“Who knew he died the next day, and that painting reappeared,” Li Yue whispered.

Old Qiao had just bought a bandage. Shen Yiran gently held Yue Yao’s hand with it.

He believed he had always loved Yaru deeply. Marrying Ye Jia was merely because she resembled Yaru somewhat.

Our own singer was mercilessly crushed many times; finally, a normal performance stirred emotions.

Lin Yi specifically instructed Wang Mei to secretly watch from the shadows. Upon seeing the eunuchs from the Taiji Palace quietly escort Lady Wang out of the palace, she returned to inform the empress that Lady Wang had already left.

Shen Tang was so nervous she didn’t notice when the man entered. Only when someone suddenly embraced her from behind did she cry out.

After last night’s battle, the security team’s Chang Jieming and the ruins’ Fei Chengqiang no longer clashed.

Sister Su Miao saved her; she wanted to become more useful to repay this kindness—at least not be a burden now.

Fang Qi, prompted by Emma, suddenly recalled he was a scientist and shouldn’t forget to use scientific methods for experiments. Fortunately, there were mutated individuals ready; he need not fear losing control over their weaknesses.