Free Web NovelPojun left the letter and departed. He had been waiting there precisely to hand him the letter.
"He arrived last night, which means he left without a word right after dinner. Old ginger is indeed spicier..."
Li Mo sat in the newly built inn, opening the letter in the faint morning light.
The handwriting wasn't particularly elegant, but it was neat.
"Xiao Li, by the time you read this letter, I will have already left."
The cooperation between the Celestial Clan and Mo City must continue. Mortals still need to rely on the power of Celestial City. You know, someone eventually has to go, and with my position in Mo City, no one can say anything.
If this battle is lost, Celestial City will surely fall into chaos. I am old, and I can only rest assured if I hand Celestial City over to you.
You once told me the story of Zhuang Zhou dreaming he was a butterfly. Later, someone approached me. He said that the world I live in now is fictional, and beyond our world, there is an 'Upper Realm.' He said he had the ability to take us to the real world.
Afterward, I kept wondering: beyond the Upper Realm, could there be an even larger world? And beyond that larger world? What is real and what is illusory?
I still remember you, Xiao Li, saying that one must live in the present.
Celestial City is good, and everyone is good. Beautiful memories are not false, so for me, they are real.
That person must have approached not only me but also the Celestial Clan. I don't know how many of them will believe that guarding Celestial City is no longer meaningful.
"Crisis, crisis. Within danger, there is also opportunity."
Between the lines, there was no longer confusion or heaviness; instead, there was a sense of relief.
The main business was concluded on the first sheet of the letter.
The tone of the following pages no longer resembled Dong Changtian's, but rather spoke of the ordinary events of these past years.
"When you first left, everyone was so panicked." fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
"Sister-in-law said it was fine, that you would come back. Fearing you wouldn't find your way back, she even changed the town's name.
"Actually, I was panicked too. I'd farmed for half my life, and suddenly the village became a town with tens of thousands of people. How could I manage it all? But every time I thought about you even giving me the God Sword, I couldn't let you down when you returned.
"I started learning to read and write. Fortunately, Dong Lian and Dong Yi were ambitious. My two children always loved following you, learning how you spoke and acted. It seems they learned quite well; the emblem of our Executioners was designed by Dong Lian.
Later, they passed away, and our Great King Village also became Mo City.
As the city ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) grew, I also grew old, and I found myself idle. So I picked up the wooden stick you gave me and practiced my sword. I never expected my talent in the Dao of the Sword to be quite good."
Later, I comprehended a method of using the sword: within an inch of my body, every sword strike cuts. It turns out, Xiao Li, you saw that I had this potential early on.
Unfortunately, as I grew older, I could barely perform my sword moves. I always wanted to wait for you to come back and show you, but you never remembered me.
Now, being able to leave my strength in the Otherworld is not really a regret. If there's any regret, it's not having attended your wedding with sister-in-law.
Perhaps this time, it's your turn to wait for me?
Seeing the crooked characters 'Er Niu' at the bottom of the letter, Li Mo suddenly chuckled.
The first time he taught Er Niu to write, it was his name, written in the fields.
A night of snow did not prevent the sun from rising.
Li Mo put away the letter and walked into the pure white, bustling main street of Mo City, illuminated by the morning sun.
As if he hadn't seen the letter, he bought breakfast as usual: steamed dumplings, small steamed buns, and pot soup, and also asked for the chili and vinegar that Ice Cube loved.
When he returned to the small courtyard, Ying Bing had just woken up, with two stubborn tufts of hair sticking out from her disheveled black locks. Perhaps because it was Li Mo who entered, she didn't force herself to fully wake up.
"You slept so soundly; did you know I would come back?"
Xiao Li seemed to be deep in thought.
If he really intended to leave, would Ice Cube obediently wait in bed for his breakfast?
No wonder she didn't say anything last night; it turns out she was putting on an act for him.
As he was thinking, a snow-white foot emerged from under the covers. Li Mo looked up, meeting her serene gaze.
Oh, socks.
Li Mo went to get a pair of socks and casually put them on her.
Ying Bing: "?"
"What's wrong?" Li Mo cleared his throat, realizing his movements were too smooth.
Ying Bing narrowed her eyes at him: "Did you remember something?"
"Huh? I got the vinegar and the chili. My memory has always been good," Li Mo said with a bewildered expression.
Saying that, he placed the breakfast on the table.
Ying Bing ate a spicy and vinegary steamed dumpling, then bit her chopsticks and asked, "Why are you back? Weren't you going to the Otherworld with the Celestial Clan army?"
"I was going to, but Old Dong, that old fellow, was too fast; I didn't catch up to him."
Li Mo shook his head and said, "Plus, the Celestial Clan thought I was an undercover agent, so they sent me back. Oh, and Old Dong left me a letter."
"What did the letter say that made you stay here so obediently?"
"The content is a bit much."
Ying Bing pursed her lips: "Then make a long story short; summarize it."
Li Mo, with a serious expression, offered her a small steamed bun: "He wants to drink our wedding wine."
"..."
Ying Bing's cheeks moved slightly. She felt that today's Xiao Li was somehow different. frёewebnoѵēl.com
His eyes were still clear, but he was no longer as dull as before.
Otherwise, how could he be so good at extracting the essence and making a long story short?
Just now, when putting on her silk socks, his hands seemed to have a mind of their own. A true technician, even unconsciously, would use certain techniques... Nine out of ten things felt off.
Ying Bing lowered her eyes, glancing at him from the corner of her eye, and casually said, "I stood for a long time yesterday; I'm a bit tired. Help me with a massage."
Her voice was very soft, but Xiao Li, the technician, felt as if struck by lightning.
A moment later, he finally exposed the fact that his past memories had returned.
A snow-white little foot placed in your arms, plus Xiao Li, who couldn't keep his hands to himself.
Which cadre could withstand such a test?
Ah, this is called the professional ethics of a technician. This is called loving what you do.
After Li Mo was exposed, he felt his scalp tingle under Ice Cube's serene gaze. After a moment, he said seriously:
"Old Dong bought Mo City a lot of time. I have to make use of this time."
"Ask me any questions you have."
"I am still at Guan Shen Nine Apertures, and the forms in my Small World are increasing, but the Inner Scenery still seems as distant as before. Why is this?"
