Chapter Ninety-Nine: He Zheyu Sneaking Through the Window

When Mo recognized that the person sitting before him was indeed Mo Qinghan, his eyes brimmed with tears, yet an unprecedented joy lit up his face. He simply gazed at Mo Qinghan across from him, smiling foolishly for quite some time.

“No matter what you’ve been through, I am still grateful to the heavens for bringing you back to us,” Lin Mo said quietly.

However, Mo Qinghan scrutinized Lin Mo for a long while, but all he could picture was Lin Mo handing He Zheyu the surgical consent form to terminate the child in her womb. That strange smile lingered on her face for a while before she finally spoke: “Doctor Lin, every word I’m about to tell you concerns the patient’s privacy. I hope you will not reveal anything to anyone. And by anyone, I mean him as well.”

Lin Mo

He soon discovered that his inner energy had completely merged with his body, as natural and smooth as breathing. At the slightest thought, the energy within could be summoned at will—convenient and supremely effective.

Ling Mo nodded, also finding this man rather odd. She took out her phone, preparing to call the police.

Ou An’an’s face flushed, then paled, a mix of embarrassment and anger. She had done nothing wrong—why should she be spoken to like that?

Ye Xiaomei gently pushed open the door, her heart pounding in her throat. The very thing she least wanted to see and most dreaded had happened.

Ye Zhiyuan sat up, casually smoothing the corner of his shirt that Zhou Xuan had wrinkled, and called Li Ming inside.

Though the lunch was lavish, the two dined simply, chatting as if they were old friends in the palace, eating slowly and comfortably. The atmosphere was unexpectedly harmonious.

He saw it clearly: this relationship was far from equal, and he didn’t know how long it could last. Xiaowu was in a precarious position, facing many hardships—none of which anyone could help her with.

“Don’t fuss. Be good, let me carry you down,” Ling Mo said as he held her tightly, unwilling to let go no matter how she struggled.

On the seventh day, she clearly didn’t understand what this fellow was up to, staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at him in confusion.

But the dog clearly ignored her. When it saw her approach again, it suddenly darted away.

Rather break than bend—as if determined to carve out a world with her own body. Yet to Lin Chuan, this seemed extreme. To try to split the heavens with sword intent alone was nothing short of a joke.

The handsome young man had just finished bandaging his wound when the plump woman’s words startled him so much that he dropped the contents of the medical kit all over the floor.

The smile at the corner of Yin He’s mouth easily dispelled the aloofness of his appearance. Wen Yang’s unease melted away as he glanced down at the fresh clothes he wore, then reached up to touch the bandage on his face.

A sharp pain stabbed through his mind. His spiritual strength had been severely depleted in the previous battle, and now the aftereffects of overexertion had set in.

After sending Yuan Lingjun off, Gong Heqiu suddenly felt as if he’d aged several years, weak and drained. He summoned the steward to inquire about the affairs of the inner residence.

At first, when Ma Yaran approached Shen Funing with a taunt, he frowned deeply and wanted to step up to defend her.

Not long after the meal, Jiang Suying arrived. Eager to see Zhao Qingran, she didn’t even bother knocking, but pushed the door open directly.

What Ding Le noticed missing was not the ring, but his love itself, as if it had shattered in an instant. His heart felt hollowed out.

Yu Xi—the one the family always thought was the most optimistic and cheerful, the one whose feelings were always overlooked—now lay unconscious, refusing them any chance at redemption.

He used to call himself Old Shrimp, but now, in the presence of these spirit beasts, he had taken to calling himself Master Shrimp.

The sudden attack of the cold poison caught her off guard. The biting, bone-deep pain was both unfamiliar and unbearable.

In the Bai Baihe Mercenary Corps, Big Sister Li Yanan served as captain, He Moli and Jin Xizai as vice-captains, and a third sister occupied only the position of hall master.

Qing Li used to doubt the existence of the Desert God, but today, seeing Zhiniya seal her fate with a divine contract, she realized that such a thing could not exist without the Desert God. Zhiniya’s act was a final testament: the Desert God truly existed.