Free Web NovelLi Mo: "!"
He watched the girl raise the skewer to his mouth, her eyes lowered, gazing at him quietly, like the moon dyed with the colors of human life.
Perhaps, just perhaps.
Is it possible that Big Brother, back then, knew it was poisoned but still picked it up and swallowed it whole? Anyway, Ice Cube is definitely more 'cheating' than the fictional Jin Lian'er.
"Hmm..."
In such a difficult situation, Xiao Li didn't have time to dwell on her 'Stinky Little Brother' remark; he opened his mouth and took a bite.
Ying Bing pondered for a moment, then parted her cherry lips slightly:
"Good boy."
"....."
Li Mo shrunk his neck. Was this lamb from a happy sheep? Otherwise, why was his scalp tingling, and he felt a little shiver, yet the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than a hammer treasure?
Zhong Ling: "!"
She now felt that the strong liquor she had just drunk was sweet.
This... this, this, this!
Was Li Shaoxia secretly inviting Han Xianzi to give her a textbook-style personal demonstration?!
Li Shaoxia was truly dependable. Not only was he powerful, but he was also so kind. When she thought about what she had done earlier in the day, when they first met, she wanted to slap herself.
Later, she definitely had to toast him two cups of wine. For now...
"Stinky Little Brother, eat." Zhong Ling mimicked, holding up a lamb leg.
"......"
Zhong Zhenyue hesitated for three and one-third seconds before choosing to block his stomach full of little question marks with a lamb leg.
Thus, a strange scene unfolded.
Ice Cube took Zhong Ling as a reference. Seeing her feed Zhong Zhenyue, she learned from her and also fed Xiao Li.
Zhong Ling took Ice Cube as a textbook demonstration. Seeing her feed Li Mo, she immediately applied what she learned to Zhong Zhenyue, though she didn't learn very well; it was like a buyer's show being dimensionally crushed by a seller's show.
The two learned from each other, and it was a never-ending cycle.
It was very confusing.
Their table was the liveliest in the entire restaurant.
A child at the next table curiously asked, "Mom, what are they doing?"
Then his mother covered his eyes.
"Wait a minute!"
Zhong Zhenyue held his stomach and raised his hand.
"Hmm?" Zhong Ling looked displeased.
"Brother Li, I can't digest these ingredients all at once. I really can't eat anymore."
Zhong Zhenyue said with a bitter Face, slightly loosening his belt. His inner shirt was immediately pushed up by his round belly.
When Ying Bing fed Li Mo, she fed him one piece and ate one piece herself.
Zhong Ling almost shoved the entire lamb leg down his throat.
"Sister, you eat too. It really tastes good."
"Oh, you're sensible now."
Zhong Ling happily took a bite of the dish Zhong Zhenyue handed her, secretly giving Li Mo a thumbs-up.
As expected of his Wang Qi Dou Hun, the method he gave was effective. Zhenyue had never fed her before.
"....."
Xiao Li, the tutor, held his forehead, covering the black lines on it.
To say the love strategy failed, Zhong Ling was also eating.
But to say it succeeded... he felt something wasn't quite right.
He picked up a dish and ate a bite, chewing on the end of his chopsticks, trying to figure out what was wrong, when he met the gaze of a certain Han Xianzi.
She looked at the dishes on the table, then at Li Mo's chopsticks, her eyes practically screaming:
'Are you [N O V E L I G H T] really just going to eat by yourself?'
"Hmm, eat."
Li Mo picked up a chopstick full of shredded potato and green pepper and offered it to her mouth.
Ying Bing's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she turned her Face to the side, her lips pressed together, refusing to open.
Refusal.
???"
Li Mo had a small question mark pop up over his head. Didn't she love shredded potato and green pepper?
Fortunately, he was a Genius.
This time, his Genius was not misplaced. In that instant, an idea flashed, and he keenly caught that tiny detail.
He blurted out:
"Sister, eat?"
"Hmm."
Ying Bing's delicate brows relaxed. Only then did she open her mouth, like a haughty cat seeing an acquaintance.
....
It's true?
Li Mo had just acted on instinct. After all, Zhong Zhenyue had called Zhong Ling 'sister' since childhood, but Ice Cube was only two months older than him...
There were many military personnel in this establishment. As they ate and drank, acquaintances inevitably started chatting with each other.
"This is the famous Wang... uh, Dugu Qi Jian!"
"The one next to him is Han Xianzi."
Zhong Zhenyue introduced them to the soldiers. The atmosphere immediately became more enthusiastic. After all, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were so vast, with countless heroes, yet only a hundred Prodigies could be called 'latent Dragons,' and three of them were sitting at this small table.
Two of them were even highly ranked, well-known figures, Dragon and Phoenix among men.
"Li Shaoxia, if you don't mind, I'd like to drink with you."
"Just now, I looked at him and felt that this person was no Mortal."
"Li Shaoxia, do you have a marriage... Hiss, this wine is really strange; two cups and I'm already drunk."
The soldiers initially gave Face to the Little Marquis, but later discovered that this Wang Qi Dou Hun had no airs and was quite approachable, which made the atmosphere in the venue much more lively.
Zhong Zhenyue was a little surprised, but then he thought it was normal. Brother Li seemed to get along well with everyone, as long as they weren't extremely vicious.
He then smiled and said:
"Brother Li will come to the military camp tomorrow to cooperate with our training. Brothers, you must be spirited then, don't disgrace our border army."
"How will you train? Li Shaoxia doesn't seem to have served in the military." The one-armed man, the owner of the restaurant, asked curiously.
"You will know that tomorrow."
Zhong Zhenyue drank a corner of wine and smiled:
"Our Commander Qu has praised him, saying that if Brother Li were to join the army, he would surely be a God General who surpasses all armies. Uncle Qu has never praised me like that." fгeewebnovёl.com
The soldiers looked at each other, their hearts growing a little heavier.
Their Commander Qu never spoke nonsense. He always thought things through carefully, and his words were always reliable. What he said usually had twelve parts of certainty.
"I wonder... Brother Xiao Li, how many military forces can he accommodate? Is it more than the Little Marquis?" The one-armed man probed.
"Accommodate military forces?"
Li Mo looked at Zhong Zhenyue.
Zhong Zhenyue explained: "A hundred soldiers forming a military formation is called one 'fang.' The power of a military formation is usually embodied by the 'formation eye.' The stronger one's physique and Yi Soul, the more military formation power one can accommodate."
"Currently, with Sister Ling's cooperation, I can accommodate at most four 'fang' up and down."
This also happened to be the number of personal guards he brought to Nanguan (Southern Pass) City.
Li Mo roughly understood.
The power of a military formation was incredibly surging and vast, by no means something ordinary people could control. To embody the strength of so many people in one person, that person's quality was especially important.
One who could accommodate ten 'fang' was already a Great General, capable of being a vanguard.
One who could accommodate a hundred 'fang' was called a 'myriad-man enemy,' an existence capable of dominating the battlefield.
As for the current God General... the Great Yu Dynasty had one.
Zhennan King.
Of course, besides the 'formation eye,' it also related to the elite level of the soldiers and the command quality of the military formation's commander.
"If I were to study military formations, I wonder how many military forces I could accommodate..."
"Brother Li can try tomorrow."
....
A group of rough old men got excited chatting, their coarse voices booming, shaking the ceiling of the restaurant.
"He should be able to get a good night's sleep tonight, right?"
Ying Bing looked not far away, at the young man who was also perfectly at ease among the soldiers, and couldn't help but think.
Guan Shen Realm Martial Artists could use meditation instead of sleep.
But unless the situation was urgent, they would still sleep for a short while each day to relax their minds.
However, Li Mo hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.
At this moment.
The child at the next table was sleepy, rubbing his eyes, unable to sleep because of the noise.
His mother, a local woman from Southern Border, gently patted his back, singing softly:
"The sky is dark, it's about to rain."
"The sky is dark, dark..."
A local dialect nursery rhyme, bringing a soft, distinct, yet not out-of-place tranquility to the noisy scene, allowing the child to fall into a deep sleep under her soothing touch.
The Fairy's eyes were soft and serene in the smoky night.
She didn't deliberately try to remember.
Yet the nursery rhyme remained in her heart....
