Free Web NovelLi Mo stood there in a daze; he was about to ask Ice Cube when she had left Buyun Tower, but then he saw her sitting there quietly, completely devoid of her usual cold demeanor.
And...
Judging by the smoothness of the boy with a large head's forehead, Ice Cube had clearly been sitting in the lobby for a while.
He had thought she had gone out...
"Ice Cube, how long have you been sitting here?"
Ying Bing heard the voice from behind her and gently turned her head: fгeewebnovёl.com
"Not long. I just came out of my room for some fresh air and chatted with Sister Qin and Clan Leader Shang for a bit. Why are you just getting back?"
"...Actually, I've been back for a long time. I've been in your room."
"..."
"..."
Ying Bing paused, her fingertips curling slightly.
Li Mo looked up at the Buyun Tower ceiling at a Forty-five-degree angle.
The lobby was momentarily silent.
It was the quick-witted Xiao Li who broke the silence with a light cough:
"They all went back? What did you all talk about?"
"Knowing faces but not hearts, some upright gentlemen, appearing proper on the surface, but having another face behind their backs..." Ice Cube said faintly.
"????"
Xiao Li touched his nose, feeling a bit guilty.
Every few words she spoke, he felt like a digit of his ID number was being read out.
Was she talking about him?
It seemed like it could only be him, after all, it was well-known that the only upright gentleman all three of them knew was himself.
No, that's not right... he didn't even dream at night, he was always in the Small World. How could Sister Qin know?
And Ice Cube couldn't possibly know either...
"To be fair, as a neutral party... uh, what kind of face, for example?"
"Likes feet, and so on."
"..." Li Mo leaned back slightly. Oh no, it really seemed like she was talking about him.
"But as the saying goes, a gentleman judges by actions, not by heart. Who doesn't have a little quirk? Great men don't bother with trifles, and a small quirk is harmless..." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
"They were talking about people from the Great Shang era," Ying Bing added.
Li Mo paused, his expression suddenly changing from guilt to seriousness: "So those are just common sayings. Personally, I still advocate for the unity of knowledge and action. What one thinks in their heart is what one does!"
"..."
Looking at his stubbornness, Ying Bing rolled her eyes lightly and stood up, holding the lamp.
In a way, Li Mo wasn't wrong.
He was indeed quite consistent in his words and actions, it was just that some knowledge... he hadn't had the chance to use yet?
According to the relative theory of hard and soft, if Li Mo was hard, she didn't have to be hard—referring to her mouth.
So Li Mo didn't ask her, and she, who had clearly been waiting there all along, said she hadn't waited long.
So Ice Cube also didn't tell him that she occasionally saw his New World door, every time the System drew a penalty.
Half an hour later, Li Mo made a late-night snack, and then, while delivering it, he legitimately entered Ice Cube's room.
See, unity of knowledge and action.
Young Master Li always kept his word, but occasionally his hands had a mind of their own, and for that, he couldn't be blamed.
For example, he said he would only rub her feet, but he kept rubbing higher and higher...
"Tsk... Ice Cube, why does your calf feel longer than your thigh?"
"How can anyone's calf be longer than their thigh?"
"Really? Then {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} I might have measured wrong. I need to measure again by hand."
... The following time passed very peacefully.
Everyone put aside their leisure and seriously prepared for the second round of the Qianlong Assembly. During this time, Li Mo continued to invest (and fleece) a few of his good friends.
He gave Lao Xiao two rare treasures greatly beneficial to the Yi Soul, allowing the old man residing in him to recover a bit more.
For Brother Murong, Li Mo didn't invest in physical objects, but further imparted the Fighting King Profound Meaning.
Murong Xiao was very touched, feeling that Brother Li was truly too kind. Even though he was no longer a Disciple of Qingyuan Sect, Brother Li didn't care about sectarian differences at all and was completely generous.
Li Mo expressed that there was no need for more words, wishing that all heroes under heaven would master the Fighting King Profound Meaning!
Murong Xiao gave a thumbs up when he heard this.
He just wondered if the Great Masters of Hanging Temple would be attached to appearances if they knew.
As for Huang Donglai, Li Mo was even simpler: just throw money at him.
Speaking of which, he still didn't know how many backup plans and trump cards Huang Donglai had, and he only had a partial understanding of the martial arts he practiced... So he simply gave him some money and let Old Huang prepare whatever he lacked.
The rest period was only two days in total, and that was all he could do.
There was a lot of Martial Arts Comprehension in the investment feedback.
Unfortunately, it was all related to the Hammer Dao.
As for Zhennan King's art of war, Xiao Li didn't spend too much time on it and could study it seriously after the Qianlong Assembly ended.
On the morning of the third day.
The sky was overcast, making it hard to distinguish between morning and evening, as if a spring rain could fall at any moment, or perhaps it already had.
It was just that the jiangshan sheji map, which covered the sky, prevented even a drop of rain from falling on Dijin.
Once again, they arrived outside the Wu Gate.
Li Mo stood below the platform, looking at the yellow imperial edict hanging high above the Wu Gate, with the names of the Dragons of Hidden Potential written on it.
If eliminated, the name would be crossed out, and in the end, only three people would remain on the list.
Xiao Li couldn't help but feel a little excited.
It was only when he saw his name posted on the Wu Gate that he felt a sense of reality.
"Didn't they used to post the names of criminals to be executed after autumn here?"
Zhong Zhenyue scratched his head.
He wasn't comfortable with those princes and nobles, so he simply stuck with Li Mo.
The surrounding Dragons of Hidden Potential all looked over with unfriendly expressions.
Li Mo: "..."
The atmosphere was already set, you really didn't have to say that.
Of course, compared to Zhong Zhenyue, Li Mo wanted Zhong Ling to shut up even more.
"What, Han Xianzi is already pregnant, and it's God Hammer Little Overlord's?"
"What, she's going to have a baby for Little Overlord?"
"It's true, I saw it with my own eyes. I saw the red."
"??? Damn it, I'm going to explode on him! Don't anyone stop me!"
"Wait! If you charge up now, what if he pulls out his hammer? Wait until we're on the stage!"
So... those unfriendly gazes were actually directed at Xiao Li.
Ying Bing's quiet eyes were lowered, as if she didn't understand what the people around her were saying.
Well, she really didn't understand before.
Before seeing a certain upright gentleman's study materials.
However, upon hearing that someone wanted to teach Li Mo a lesson, Ying Bing still looked over with a stern face.
The blue-clothed Young Master who had just said he wanted to beat up Li Mo suddenly felt as if he had received a great favor from heaven and said in surprise:
"Han Xianzi looked at me!"
"Ning Que, I feel like she's more like considering how many sword strikes it would take to kill you."
Beside the blue-clothed Young Master, there was also a white-clothed girl, delicate and lively, looking at him with a look of disdain.
"Ning Jue, I told you to call me 'Brother' when we're outside, not by my name."
"Heh heh, I don't have a useless brother like you."
Ning Que took two steps back in disbelief, as if struck by lightning.
Just as Shang Qinqing said, everyone has another side that is unknown to others.
The Star of Penglai, ever since he heard the circulating Heavenly King's Breakthrough Melody, had become a loyal fan of Han Xianzi. This was very normal, as he had already gained the recognition of the Qinghai Yinyue Qin, a divine artifact of music, in the Dao of Music... At the same time, he was also a sis-con.
"Little Overlord, take a good look, he's quite handsome, even more like an upright gentleman than you, Ning Que."
"Hiss... don't look anymore, Han Xianzi's gaze, don't you think it looks like he's already been cut by several swords?"
