Chapter 119: Mo Qinghan’s Heart Begins to Shift

He Zheyu then revealed a faint smile, one so refreshing and heart-stirring that Mo Qinghan was momentarily dazed.

"Are you still savoring that kiss from just now?" He Zheyu asked, his tone laced with playful mockery.

As if the secret workings of her heart had been laid bare by the man before her, Mo Qinghan darted her eyes back and forth in a flurry of confusion. She then steadied her restless heart, took the bowl from He Zheyu’s hand, and said, "I only have one bedroom. You can sleep in the study, on the sofa, or in the lounge—wherever you like. I won't be keeping you company."

As she turned to enter the room, her face burned with mortification, and she muttered something under her breath, her voice barely audible.

Han Yunfan planned to make significant moves in Caoba Village in the future, so building rapport with the villagers was always the right thing to do.

"Why don't you check the system announcements? You'll know then," Han Tieyi said. His expression grew a bit strange, yet his lips remained curled in a full, bright smile that made it impossible for anyone to feel guarded against him.

"Brother Mo, your humility is truly admirable. We have journeyed together and faced life and death multiple times—could you please stop... addressing me this way? I am a few years your senior, and I hope we can become friends." After a brief silence, Chu Junfeng finally spoke.

"Exactly! That’s the word I was looking for, but I couldn't think of it. It seems you have quite a study of Eastern soul theory as well?" A man with a bulbous, ruddy nose standing beside the old psychic patted him on the shoulder excitedly and began dragging him away to discuss the differences between Eastern and Western soul theories.

"Big Brother, I just remembered I have something to attend to, so I'll be taking my leave," the Second Elder said earnestly. Well-versed in the ways of the world, he knew they were in the way and sought a reason to depart.

The sharp blade sliced through skin, and blood seeped into the stone groove. Murong Songtao’s prized, battered sword was also drawn from its scabbard and plunged into the same groove.

Niya wrinkled her delicate nose slightly and fell silent, though a blissful smile graced her lips.

Later, Mo Dacheng arrived with his troops. Zhao Guozhu and his men begged him for help, but Mo Dacheng set a condition: he would only save them if they joined his ranks as soldiers.

"Er, well, this..." Master Jingkong stammered. Old Daoist Gao had never mentioned this part to him before.

"Not at all. Don't forget, my mother runs a pharmacy; the scent of medicine is no different to me than the air itself," Bai Wanru said.

However, after exchanging a few words with the yamen runner, Ran Qi’s face changed, and he turned back to nod at Su Yanghuan.

Xuandu’s face twitched. *That brat,* he thought. *He just said he couldn't bear to leave me, but as soon as he heard Guan Dayou had something for him, he couldn't wait to go.*

The massive tilt made it impossible for Liu Badao to keep his footing. His entire body tumbled downward along with the gigantic slab of mud and debris.

The bamboo rat breeding house had several exhaust fans installed along the wall facing the courtyard, ensuring there was almost no odor inside. Since the house was enclosed, it had no impact on the front yard. Behind the house, they had planted some common fruit trees, which were both practical and aesthetically pleasing—a truly fine setup.

Liu Badao and Sato Tadashi took off their shoes and went inside. The feel of the floorboards was excellent. The two sat down at the table, and Sato Tadashi pulled Haruko over with one hand, his hands roaming all over her as he began to knead her.

Zhunti sneered, "Fine. Very well. I was giving the Third Brother some face, but do you really take me for a fool?" With that, he drew out his sacred staff and struck at Yuding.

Yet, the outcome was far beyond his expectations. General Motors actually agreed! Not only were they willing to sell him their best production line, but they were also willing to sell him a certain class of technology! Furthermore, they even agreed to his request for technical talent support—and free of charge, at that!

Martial Venerable Bi Xuan did not want to leave. He felt that as long as he persisted, once the Golden Wolf Army wiped out the Huaxia forces, even if Xu Ziling had the upper hand, he would have no choice but to retreat. With their current strength, though slightly inferior, they were quite evenly matched; it would be impossible for either side to achieve a total victory in less than several days and nights.