Chapter 148: Yu Youhan: I Want to Play with Mo Bao Too! (6K)

The moon was bright, the stars sparse, and its silvery light poured down like liquid mercury.

Yu Youhan stood suspended in midair, her plain white skirt fluttering in the night wind, her exquisite face cold and ethereal, her hair edged in silver—more dazzling than the moon itself.

Chen Mo stared again, helplessly entranced.

Yu Youhan tilted her head slightly, a strand of hair falling beside her cheek, adding a touch of innocent charm. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

Chen Mo's heart quickened; he would normally have replied offhandedly.

During this time, Ye Feng also took the chance to retrieve and read the Yoga Sutra, but to his disappointment, it contained no Nine Yang Divine Art—suggesting the Nine Yang Divine Art was likely created later by the Sweeping Monk.

He didn't run away in the end yesterday; he stayed home. Chu Yixin arrived not long after, clearly rushed; Xu Zuoyan felt guilty and said nothing.

Soon after, the Ten Thousand Beasts Star Sea, which had calmed following the departure of the celestial beasts, suddenly churned violently, waves surging upward dozens of zhang high.

"He lives a quiet life now—he probably doesn't want to be disturbed. Don't go bothering him lightly!" Mi Hua advised.

After witnessing Lei Xiaotian's overwhelming power, Zhao Xu was determined to pay for the training—no one tried to stop him, and when he called his grandfather to tell him, his grandfather wholeheartedly supported him.

After eating and drinking their fill, Mo Mo and the others left the tavern, when a large man staggered over. "Oh!"

Twenty minutes later, Mo Yu brought out the boiled noodles and placed them before the three of them. They stared at him, bewildered, as if asking: Is this noodles? Can you eat it? Will it not kill you?

Indeed, the Holy Son's speed was halted, and before he could react, he was blasted back hundreds of meters.

Many core disciples spoke up one after another, all eager and ready, with several even glaring hungrily at Dan Chengzi, as if threatening him not to claim the supreme-grade Lian Xu Pill for himself.

Su Zigey smiled faintly at the odd pair before him, bowed again, and turned to leave.

"Good! Thank you, Man'er, for your understanding!" Leng Yihan gazed deeply at Su Luoman for a moment, then pulled her into his arms and said with emotion.

"What's wrong, Jieyi?" Chen Mingtong idly wrapped his arms around Jieyi's smooth body and asked calmly.

Just as Changning had settled, her spirit suddenly stirred. She received a message from Hongyu. After reading it, her face broke into a faint expression of delight and peculiar surprise.

As is well known, the cold and haughty Chu Aotian has always been indifferent to ministers' requests for audience. It is said he typically makes officials wait two hours before even considering whether to receive them.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you going home?" Jin Qing ran up, panting, to Meng Jun's horse, blocking him and refusing to let him enter Pingzhou City.

"Um… Totori!" In Qian Ai's view, Totori had been staring blankly for a long time after hanging up the phone; she couldn't help shaking Totori gently to get her attention.

Meng Jun took two heavy breaths, his gaze toward Jin Qing growing heavier and more intense; he flipped her onto the bed.

"No!" Qian Ai smiled too, but her eyes remained as resolute as ever—hard as ancient stone, sworn in eternity.

In the afternoon, when Jin Qing returned home and stepped into the courtyard, she saw Aunt Qin standing there. At the sight of her, Aunt Qin looked slightly uneasy, yet still smiled warmly as she stepped forward.

All the courage I had mustered to confront Zhang Jingchi dissolved into worry, as the phone rang, one ring after another.

Shen Guoping felt deeply humiliated; later, his official fortune turned, and he even rose to the position of Deputy Director of the Branch Bureau—but by then, Zhang Bofa's status had also risen, becoming Deputy Chairman of the Merchants' Association.

Han Nuo, Su Xianyun, and Chu Lanxin themselves never expected to find the person quickly; they merely spread word that they were searching for someone.