Ice Block Lulls to Sleep, A Peerless Hero

Ying Bing observed the Divine Intent until evening.

She is now only a hair's breadth away from Five Apertures of Divine Observation, and her divine form of the Hundred Birds is already thirty percent complete.

It sounds like a small number, but there are more than thirty Extreme Form, each of which would take an ordinary person a lifetime to comprehend. However, she didn't feel that it was that fast.

In this life, her life was less complicated.

But there are some obstacles that she will always have to face if she wants to move forward.

For example, the Jade Phoenix God.

That was something the Demon Summoning Cult was determined to obtain, and something she could not give up.

Why hasn't he returned yet?

Ying Bing looked at the empty tables and chairs, rubbed the big-headed Big-Headed Doll at her waist, and pushed open the door to go out.

But before she could go downstairs, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Jiawei Restaurant is usually frequented by military men, but for some reason, business is unusually slow today.

He sat quietly at the corner table, like a soulless sculpture.

On the table, what left him in a daze was a letter from home that could never be sent, and half a string of copper coins.

He was once a spirited and ambitious young man.

Now, his lonely and bewildered figure resembles a disillusioned wanderer.

"Fairy Sister, your husband has been sitting there all afternoon."

"We say that arguments at the head of the bed are resolved before the foot of the bed..."

The restaurant owner assumed the two had a fight and offered some advice in a self-assured tone.

"You're back already?"

Ying Bing's eyes, as black as lacquer, held a hint of something unfathomable.

She knew him very well; even if she didn't want to know, she could tell what he was thinking the moment she saw him.

He wasn't the kind of person who would laugh and swear while hiding another side of himself, nor was he difficult to understand. He was quite childish at times, and his happiness and sadness were mostly written on his face.

He always cooks some of my favorite dishes...

Ying Bing finally gave up the idea of cooking and quietly sat down beside him, keeping him company in silence.

After a long while, Li Mo murmured:

"Ice Block, the father of Fu Yingzi that I've been looking for is dead."

"Because war was about to break out, he died on his way to deliver military intelligence."

Having grown up in a peaceful world in his previous life, Little Li's understanding of the word "war" was limited to books; what he saw were the heroic deeds of famous generals and sages.

I never knew how many letters from home, never to be delivered, were hidden among those numbers that were only mentioned briefly.

Lu Yi was just one of the many incidents that happened around him.

The real war has not even begun.

Many more will die in the war.

And.

This war is inextricably linked to him.

"Ice Block, shouldn't we have never come to Southern Border in the first place?"

"We haven't done anything wrong, so why are so many people suddenly dying?"

Li Mo was calling her name, but it seemed as if he wasn't asking anyone at all, but rather asking himself.

Each question resonated with Ying Bing's heart.

A strange yet understandable pang of pain shot through her heart.

She lowered her eyes, gently took his hand and placed it in her palm, and whispered:

"That's just how things are. Take war, for example. There's no right or wrong, only what should and shouldn't be done."

"Perhaps it's because someone arrives earlier or later, that's all."

In the previous life, the Calamity Beast tide secretly plotted by the Great Shang Remnants also erupted, only it occurred after the Clear Abyss Sect was overthrown.

Not to mention Greenwood City, even Southern Pass was breached, and the ravages spread all the way to Yun Province.

"A young hero with modest wealth..."

Li Mo glanced at the dozens of copper coins, then at the already opened letter from home.

The letter is long in words but short in meaning; all I ask for is peace.

"But I can't even protect the safety of my own small family..."

Ying Bing hummed in agreement, gazing into the boy's eyes, and said:

Words are pale and powerless; only what you've experienced truly matters.

"You learn to grow up through experience."

The girl's voice was soft and gentle.

Li Mo opened her mouth and turned her head to look. She seemed to make people see the moonlight flowing in this dark, cloudy night.

He wanted to ask Ice Block, "Did you already know there would be a war, and what would happen in the Southern Border?"

But upon seeing those eyes, I felt there was no need to ask any more questions.

She knew.

From the moment she made a wish to the Jade Phoenix God for peace and happiness, she knew...

Li Mo finally realized that she understood the weight of this wish even more than he did back then.

She is waiting for herself to grow up.

"Ice Block, what are your plans?"

"Just like you."

"Ice Block, I'm so tired."

"Then go to sleep, just get a good night's rest."

In the quiet and deserted restaurant.

Suddenly, the melodious song of a secluded orchid in a valley began to flow, gentle and lingering.

"It's getting dark, and it looks like it's going to rain..."

"It's so dark... so dark..."

The night sky, which had been covered by dark clouds for a long time, seemed to want the moon to eavesdrop, so it parted a wisp of cloud.

The sliver of moonlight that secretly peeked through illuminated her singing nursery rhymes, and him sleeping on her lap.

The following morning.

At the sugar painting stall, Huzi was no longer the king of the kids, but he still occasionally managed his grandfather's stall and could freely control the pot of maltose, so his status was self-evident.

He was squatting earnestly in front of the stone slab, practicing sugar painting with a small pot of broth, surrounded by a bunch of little kids waiting for candy.

"Brother Huzi, you said our boss is a famous hero on the Hidden Dragon Ranking?"

"Ranked eleventh? What's it called... 'Wife-Prospering Fighting Soul'?"

"Is that really our boss? He truly lives up to his name; even his nickname is so unique."

"Really? Boss, you're not kidding us, are you?"

Upon hearing the criticism, Huzi immediately became unhappy.

He pointed to the Painting Path:

"The boss was so impressive back then, can't you tell from my drawing?"

The little ones shook their heads; they could only tell that it looked delicious.

After all, Huzi was just learning to draw, and his doodles were barely legible. They were sugar figures with big heads and small bodies, which were not only not impressive, but also looked a bit ridiculous.

"I'm friends with your boss, can I have some candy for free?"

A voice suddenly came from the side.

No need to look, the only one who can be this broke is our Mount Brother.

Huang Donglai n't actually poor; he just didn't keep money. He carefully managed his finances and exchanged it for practical items, since money can't be eaten or poisoned.

"Are you Big Brother's friend?" Huzi looked at Huang Donglai with a skeptical expression.

He is.

I heard that familiar voice.

Huzi and the group of little kids, including Huang Donglai, were all stunned for a moment.

Looking back, she saw Li Mo not far away, smiling as always, but with a touch more restraint and gentleness.

"Boss!"

"Brother Li?"

"Donglai, you know war is coming soon, yet you're still staying here? This isn't like you."

Li Mo greeted the little ones and casually asked...

Huang Donglai took the candy pills from Huzi: "I want to try the candy flavor... Aren't you the same?"

"I'm planning to leave."

"Um?"

Huang Donglai looked at Li Mo.

With war approaching, it's only natural to want to protect oneself, but he always felt that this didn't seem like Li Mo.

"But I'll be back soon, so there's something I need to trouble you with."

Li Mo's voice suddenly became inaudible, not because it became softer, but because it was transmitting sound.

"Fill it up? The whole thing? How much would that cost...?"

Huang Donglai's eyes widened.

"Heaven has endowed me with wealth, which will surely be put to use; though a thousand pieces of gold are spent, they will return again."

As soon as he finished speaking, clouds and mist began to rise.

The rising and swirling clouds momentarily obscured the boy's figure, and when they dissipated, he had vanished without a trace.

The Somersault Cloud doesn't rely on a light body, but on a light mind.

When the heart is light, the world is vast and boundless; where can't one go?

"Tsk, maltose is really sweet."

Huang Donglai looked at the spot where he had disappeared, muttering to himself.

Huzi's eyes widened, and he shouted, waving his fist:

"What did I say? What did I say!"

"How could my elder brother, riding on auspicious clouds of seven colors, not be a peerless hero?"

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