Chapter 1102: “Little Brother

The grotesque "Yu'er," illuminated by the lantern fire in the night, gazed coldly at Mo Hua.

But Mo Hua's expression remained calm, showing no shock, no surprise, no fear—none of the usual aberrant emotions.

For some reason, "Yu'er" suddenly could not laugh anymore.

Mo Hua extended a pale finger and pressed it against "Yu'er"'s forehead, saying softly: "You've finally decided to show yourself. I've been waiting for you all day."

"Yu'er"'s face twitched slightly.

She submerged herself in the water, and when she surfaced, she let out a roar, venting all her anger and dissatisfaction.

Fang Xiao could not be certain whether she could kill Ye Yuyan, because Ye Yuyan saw infinite futures—she could never be killed within any future she could perceive.

Wan Ying fired a single shot with her 98K, missing the enemy; because it was a bolt-action rifle, after she fired, the enemy fled. By the time Wan Ying raised her eight-power scope for a second aim, the enemy was already gone.

Yu Xi stared at her in confusion—why had she not been shy when she was groping him just now, yet now, when talking about learning to draw, she became so embarrassed?

Li Yan vaguely felt the second hypothesis was more likely—but if this was a space where time stood still, then the entire night would never end, unless he completed all the tasks within it; otherwise, he could never finish "this late night."

September, October, November, December… Time rolled forward like an endless tide, steadily pushing the days ahead.

She should have answered Luo Lin's question first, but this place was one she deeply despised and refused to mention, so she asked Luo Lin directly.

Fang Xiao twisted the handle hard; the Hellwave engine roared, the wheels ignited with Hellfire, the exhaust spewed flames, and when the moment was right, he released the clutch—boom! —Fang Xiao shot forward.

If the Butcher hadn't come to Luo Lin himself, Luo Lin would have gone out of his way to provoke some brutal figure—a blacksmith, a doctor—and then, when executing the plan, his face would've been beaten even worse, his reputation shattered even harder; he might not even get hot water in his room the next day.

If Chu Han really were ill, a single pill would've fixed him—he'd known all along Chu Han was not ill—but Chu Han's behavior now left him baffled.

She closed the box, retied it with golden ribbons, and slipped a letter beneath the bow—then the gift was packed.

The two forces collided, but instead of the expected violent explosion, they entangled, swelled violently, then abruptly shrank into nothingness.

"Good bro, you're really going all out—hand me a copy of your collection," Wu Mian said cheerfully, slinging an arm around Fang Ping's shoulder.

"Such powerful sword qi! If I'm not mistaken, he's already cultivated the Shocking Primordial Qi from the True Spirit Scripture—otherwise, he could never produce such power," said Elder Qin.

At some unknown time, in some unknown place, someone—anyone—might become a lonely soul buried in this merciless snowstorm.

The spear met the sword qi, and for a moment, they locked in stalemate; even though Jiang Haoran's assault was devastating, he could not easily dispel Su Chen's fully charged strike.

You should know that this super-large quest is the biggest mission players have encountered since entering the Three Kingdoms era—how could the rewards possibly be low?

Songs—everyone can understand them, and if they like them, then the song is a success.

Su Jiao didn't even notice the carriage turning direction, pulling away from the group toward another city gate.

Su Muya also stared, lost in thought; Qian Qian's joyous state surpassed even the happiness she felt when with her.

Feeling her master's deep intention, Mi Zhu leaned against her master, letting tears flow freely, openly grieving for Tian Xuan Zi; Bing Jing, tenderly embracing her most beloved disciple, silently closed her eyes—the two of them, beneath the moon, looked like ethereal immortals, draped in silver-white moonlight.

Picky eating is learned—if there's nothing else to eat, and only these two options, anyone who doesn't want to starve will eat them, whether they like it or not.

His outstretched hand was severed too; now he had lost both hands, and Yi Mu lay on the ground, writhing in agony.

Yes, cavalry is a specialized unit—a qualified cavalryman cannot be trained in just a few years.

The weapon clattered to the ground; the boss's massive body staggered twice, then finally crashed down with a thunderous boom.

"As for you, remain within the Taiyin Star Palace—do not wander recklessly into the Primordial Lands!" said Huo Rong Tian Zun to several Confucian Sages.

Long Fei lay exhausted on the ground; after using Shadow Clone, he had only half his chakra left, and after repeatedly using the Flying Thunder God Technique thirty or forty times, his body could barely endure it.

"So what?" Bing Di? When did she start exchanging students? Although Xingcun Jingshi was curious, he didn't ask aloud—he still needed to save face in front of his own team members.

That dream had been too real—he even wondered if some will had truly spoken to him in his dream; the coldness in that giant eye still sent a chill through him when he recalled it.

"I humbly accept my uncle's teaching—I will strive hard. Uncle Gui, here is your identity jade tablet," the disciple said, handing the jade tablet to Gui Bao.

"Deceased: Cai Jun, age around forty, identity: Director of Dashan Detective Agency—these are the details I know, and I'll tell you first," Zhen Shifeng casually shoved aside two forensic technicians and moved ahead to handle the corpse himself.

Sun Quan wished to keep a spy in Jianye and sent someone to escort him home to reunite with his family. As the spy departed, Jia Xu warned him secretly to bring his family to Chang'an—but the outcome defied Jia Xu's expectations, and he had to return immediately to report.

Around the sunglasses man, the ground within a hundred-meter radius shuddered violently and collapsed all at once. Losing his footing, he could not control his body, and dozens of black-sand swords surged forward like vultures—his situation was dire.

Jin Tai was terrified by Gu Qing's rapid advancement; now, seeing Gu Qing staring at him with a hostile gaze, he felt a flicker of unease.

"You… who are you?" For some reason, a most ominous premonition surged into Zhen Shifeng's heart.

"Heh! This is the famous leader of the Spark Mercenary Guild in Lan Ye City?" someone mocked inside the screen.