Chapter 310
Especially when someone bit into a dumpling and found a gold bean inside.
“Whoa, what’s this? Gold?”
“Who puts gold beans in dumplings for a festival?”
“Ah? I just bit into something hard and swallowed it whole.”
“Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal. We’ll head to the latrine together tonight and look for it with a lantern.”
“.....”
Tonight, the latrine at the Qingmu camp would probably be quite lively.
Li Mo cleared his throat, and the image of Old Xue searching for the Xuan Dan with a lantern flashed in his mind, nearly causing him to spit out the carefully crafted dumpling soup made by Bing Tuozi.
“This is a good omen from Young Hero Li! Come on, let’s raise a glass to Young Hero Li!”
Wu Lang shouted as he toasted Li Mo, and the soldiers cheered.
The atmosphere was set for a night of revelry.
Li Mo turned to glance at Bing Tuozi, noticing her smile was a bit too friendly, and there was a small hand on her waist, giving her a gentle pinch.
Does she not know how her injuries are healing?
Just then, Qu Sheng returned, and to Li Mo’s surprise, his once gray hair had returned to a thick black.
The heavy aura of dusk had vanished from him.
“Great kindness needs no thanks,” he said to Li Mo, then raised his cup.
“I’ll toast Young Hero Li on behalf of everyone.”
Qu Sheng led the way, and the soldiers followed suit, downing their drinks. The atmosphere in the camp grew even more enthusiastic, with everyone relaxing their tense nerves, drinking and boasting.
Li Mo felt a warmth in his chest.
He looked down to see the Kongming Wanse Ta (空明万色塔) in his arms, the bottom layer emitting a faint white light.
This meant it was absorbing the power of all living beings.
How much would he need to match up against Monkey Brother?
Well, he guessed this amount was definitely not enough.
After all, after the Kongming Wanse Ta was purified, only one-tenth of the power of all living beings remained, and the amount needed to project the divine form of the Dao was surely exaggerated.
The soldiers outside were too enthusiastic, and it was a bit overwhelming.
Li Mo and Ying Bing slipped into a nearby military tent.
He raised his weak arm, rinsed his mouth, and swallowed the sour taste.
“Why do these dumplings make me hungrier...”
That half bowl of vinegar was just too appetizing.
Hearing this, Ying Bing immediately stood up, seemingly ready to apply the lessons learned from last time and roll out Bing Tuozi’s dumplings 2.0 to satisfy Little Li’s cravings.
But just as she lifted her foot, a not-so-strong hand caught her small one. Poor Little Li couldn’t even hold a skewer steady, so it was quite a feat for him to grab her hand.
“Aren’t you full?”
“I’m not just craving dumplings; I actually want some skewers.”
“Hmm...”
Ying Bing sat back down, nodded, and picked up a skewer, offering it to Li Mo’s mouth.
Li Mo opened his mouth to bite, but when he turned his head to the side, he found he couldn’t pull away; the meat seemed to be stuck to the skewer, resulting in a failed attempt to eat.
He blinked:
“Bing Tuozi, try pulling from the other side.”
“But I don’t have a free hand.”
Ying Bing thought about pushing his head, but her right hand was resting in Li Mo’s palm while her left held the skewer.
“You don’t necessarily need to use the other hand.”
Li Mo paused for a moment.
Ying Bing lowered her gaze to her toes.
In the tent, it seemed there was no one else around...
Suddenly, Li Mo felt something cool and soft touch his left cheek.
With a gentle push, she successfully got the meat off the skewer.
As he chewed on the lamb, Little Li felt a bit puzzled.
Wasn’t she supposed to be busy?
Emmmmm
Li Mo turned his head.
“?”
Chapter 337: The Latest Foot Massage Technique
Crackle—
The charcoal fire sizzling the skewers made a crisp sound, echoing clearly in the quiet tent.
“??”
Li Mo realized what had almost been shoved into his mouth.
What he meant was, Bing Tuozi, just put a bit more effort into the hand holding the skewer, right?
Everyone knew he was a gentleman, and the soldiers of Qingmu camp were well aware of that.
“Bing Tuozi, you...”
“Still hungry?”
Ying Bing asked, her lips pressed together, her expression serious.
But her little foot, for some reason, curled up slightly.
“.....”
Little Li’s expression turned serious.
Has the mischievous Bing Tuozi been a bit too naughty lately?
“Are you still hungry, little brother?”
Seeing him silent, her icy mirror-like eyes relaxed a bit.
Actually, she had acted on impulse...
The thought had just popped into her head, and her little foot had stretched out before she could pull it back, leaving her in a bit of a bind.
If Li Mo just said, “I don’t want to eat anymore,” she could retract her little foot as if nothing had happened...
Li Mo straightened up slightly, his fist, though weak, tightened a bit.
Outside, the world was draped in silver, while Ying Bing wore a black Liuxian dress, mysterious and elegant, yet the snowlight gave her an air of purity.
Bing Tuozi seemed completely unaware of one thing.
Now, with her little foot extended and her mouth open, she was calling him “little brother.”
Coupled with her feigned calmness and stunning beauty, the contrast was deadly.
“I’ll eat, but I’m not having skewers (in a high-pitched voice).”
“?”
“Bing Tuozi, you’ve been way too naughty these past few days! Argh...”
Little Li let out a heavy sigh and suddenly reached out to grab her ankle.
He opened his mouth wide!!
But he had overdone it with the initial movement, and his breath brushed against her stockings, causing Bing Tuozi to shiver, tickled, and kick out.
Who told Little Li he couldn’t muster any strength?
Just a little more effort, and he would have succeeded in his sneak attack.
“Tsk tsk tsk, still asking if little brother is hungry.”
Just then, Shang Qinqing flew into the tent and saw the Qingluan goddess attacking the unparalleled Tianjiao with her feet.
The latter, slightly injured, was unable to catch that little foot.
What a pity she couldn’t draw; otherwise, she would have painted this scene.
“Tribe Leader Shang, what brings you here?”
The upright gentleman, Little Li, quickly sat up straight, casually picking up a skewer, but it slipped from his grasp.
“Don’t you even greet me?”
Ying Bing seemed to have forgotten everything, her expression serious as she lightly tapped her foot against her boot.
“Oh, I haven’t even mentioned you two yet.”
Shang Qinqing said with a hint of annoyance, “Last time at the Xuankong Temple, you two didn’t just forget to greet me; you secretly watched for how long? You even bumped heads! I didn’t want to bring it up.”
“Now you want to bump heads again?”
The tribe leader’s insistence was perfectly reasonable.
Li Mo recalled the incident at the Xuankong Temple.
So, when one is in an awkward situation...
“Bing Tuozi, what do you think of the latest foot massage technique?”
“Not bad.”
“Hmm, I’ll keep researching, aiming to elevate the foot massage techniques of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths to a whole new level...”
“.....”
Shang Qinqing watched the two of them seriously banter and rolled her eyes lightly.
Then she propped her chin on one hand, smiling as she sat beside them, not eating anything, just sipping water and laughing.
Occasionally, she let out a chuckle.
Still curious about her purpose, Li Mo asked:
“So, Tribe Leader Shang, you’re here to...”
“Oh, I almost forgot.”
Shang Qinqing slapped her forehead:
“Wu Qing and the others are still waiting outside the city.”
Qingmu City had methods to detect demon clans, namely the head of the monstrous crocodile on the city wall, refined by a master, making it quite formidable. Generally, even demon kings couldn’t sneak in unnoticed.
Shang Qinqing’s bloodline power was special, allowing her to traverse the void, which is how she could cross the city walls.
But Wu Qing and the others couldn’t do that.
So, Li Mo needed to inform Qu Sheng; otherwise, while everyone was enjoying dumplings, the highest alert might suddenly sound...
“I’ll go speak to Commander Qu.”
Li Mo stepped out of the tent.
Qu Sheng was in high spirits today; after years of not drinking, he was enjoying himself with the soldiers, his smile bright and carefree.
“Commander, I have a few friends who’d like to join us for dumplings?”
“Oh? Young Hero Li’s friends are always welcome.”
Qu Sheng replied without hesitation.
Li Mo, worried about causing a misunderstanding, added:
“However, their identities might be a bit special...”
“In what way special?”
“They’re quite skilled in shape-based martial arts.”
“???”
Little Li decided to be honest and told Qu Sheng the truth, and to his surprise, Commander Qu readily agreed.
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