In the Li Mansion, in one of the rooms of the so-called God Hammer Little Overlord, Li Mo, who was spending his day, sat on the bed, looking at the opened box.
After awakening from the maze in the womb, those memories sealed away surged, each moment feeling as if it were yesterday.
There were exactly seventeen items, one for every year.
“Ice Chunk…”
Li Mo looked up dazedly.
The fireworks in the snowy night had illuminated her red clothes, and even the slightly crooked white cat hat on her head, with white stockings wrapping around her slender legs, and snowflakes stuck to her black hair tied with a jade hairpin.
On Leftover Egg Day, there’s the Leftover Egg Elder.
In the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, there’s your New Year Goddess.
And then you suddenly appeared beside me, bringing a surprise for my day.
Little Li feels like this now.
“When I was cleaning the room, I found this, it seems… to be yours.”
Ying Bing lowered her eyes, sitting next to him.
“…”
Li Mo glanced at the pacifier in the box.
No matter how much of a little tyrant he was in his early years, it would be impossible for him to run out and buy something like this immediately after birth.
“That might be from my New Year Immortal.”
Li Mo put down the pacifier and picked up a piece of jade pendant carved with white jade bamboo.
It symbolizes that when a man grows up, he can wear beautiful jade like a gentleman.
Back when he and Ice Chunk were shopping, he thought it was exquisite, but despite haggling for a long time, using the ‘if you don’t sell, I’ll smash’ tactic, he never managed to get it.
Ice Chunk actually went back and bought it.
“If you like it…”
Seeing him happily hang the jade pendant, Ying Bing gently took off her shoes and sat on the bed, her small feet wrapped in stockings side by side.
While she was brewing tea, she kept glancing at him.
Suddenly, the tea in the bowl rippled slightly, her eyes widened, and she pursed her lips, drawing her feet back.
“This wooden sword is really beautiful. If I had one of these when I was young, I’d have made other kids envious.”
Li Mo held the small wooden sword in his left hand, serious as ever.
Yes, Little Li Gentleman has had a dream of being a swordsman since childhood!
“Do they all suit your heart?”
Ying Bing looked out the window at the fireworks, her clear eyes reflecting the festive glow.
Li Mo held the box seriously and said, “Yes, but they are from different eras.”
“So what suits your heart now?”
“It’s still the jade…”
Li Mo was originally conflicted between the jade pendant and the wooden sword.
But his gaze seemed to have its own thoughts, looking at the white beside him, at the slender and delicate feet in the stockings.
“…”
Ice Chunk’s face has always been fair, but now it seems different from the white cat fur hat, the difference becoming more noticeable.
As everyone knows.
Jade is a symbol of purity.
Bamboo symbolizes unyielding integrity.
When combined, jade and bamboo signify that jade can be destroyed but not its whiteness, bamboo can be burned but not its integrity, and they have always been favored by upright gentlemen.
As everyone also knows, Little Li Gentleman is a super upright gentleman.
Gentlemen like jade and bamboo.
Li Mo is an upright gentleman.
So Li Mo only has a noble aspiration of being a gentleman, what’s wrong with that?
Moreover, Ice Chunk herself took off her shoes, crossing her legs in front of him, her skin as pure as jade, tinged with the red of fireworks.
She may not know it.
The bud of a rare orchid in a secluded valley is enough to overshadow the Hundred Flowers List.
This scene.
Even if he is now a peerless sword immortal, holding the wooden sword in his hand, his hand would tremble slightly, let alone he only barely became a cloud-crossing sword hero.
Moreover, no swordsmen are like him, proficient in foot massage…
“Ice Chunk, today is the happiest birthday I’ve ever had.”
“Don’t do it again…”
Ice Chunk was already used to him rubbing her feet, mainly because today’s Little Li was acting too arrogantly, taking advantage of his birthday.
He didn’t even spare her calves.
Ying Bing took out the money jar from the big-headed doll, intending to count the money.
Then she discovered.
The jar was empty.
She almost forgot, she had been in a rush to buy things today, without bargaining, taking whatever price was given.
Counting money couldn’t distract her thoughts, which burst like fireworks outside, making her heart turbulent.
Little Li was a world-class tyrant in his early years.
It turns out he didn’t grow up any better.
Do men become worse as they grow older?
What about next year…
An hour later, the sound of fireworks outside gradually faded, leaving only the night sky dyed by the fireworks, hazy and dreamy. The New Year’s Eve was over, and Ke Dalong’s birthday was over too.
“Let’s start the cultivation together, I’m about to break through.”
Ke Dalong, who was seventeen and had become a bit worse, decided to get down to business.
After all, he had long mastered the secret techniques of cultivation.
“I need to go back to my room.”
Ying Bing gently pulled back her small feet, hugged her knees, and watched him warily.
“Aren’t you going to practice today?”
“But when I came here, I met Uncle and Aunt at your door.”
Ying Bing looked coldly.
Ke Dalong: “…”
Considering his past, his father, who went to the outhouse late at night, would pass by here and pay close attention.
Besides, tomorrow is the first day of the month, and he has to follow his mother to the Ying family’s ancestral home to burn incense.
After that, he has to go to Luokeng Mountain.
“Alright.”
“I’m going back.”
Ying Bing put on her boots and got up to leave.
With a face expressionless and aloof, she stumbled as she walked out the door, perhaps due to sitting for too long, her legs felt numb…
The next morning.
Before relatives and friends arrived, his parents got up early, took the prepared items, and woke Ke Dalong up.
After the New Year’s Eve, the bustling atmosphere in Qinghe County did not decrease, and the festive mood grew stronger; perhaps it would be even livelier tomorrow.
In front of Ke Mansion, there were firecracker papers and accumulated snow everywhere. Everyone was ready to set off, and Ke Dalong stuffed some incense and candles into Ke Dalong’s hands.
“Previously, we never brought you along for incense offerings because you were too young. Now you’re a man, so you should participate in such matters. No matter how high you fly, don’t forget to come to the Ying family’s ancestral home to burn incense during the New Year.”
Father patted his shoulder and went ahead.
Ke Dalong held the incense and candles, looking at Ying Bing beside him:
“Ice Chunk, are you coming too?”
“Sure.”
Ying Bing looked toward the old mansion.
That place is no longer the shadow of her childhood.
However, although the shadow is gone, the thick fog hasn’t dissipated.
Ke Dalong and Ice Chunk thought about it together.
Why did the Ying family attract that black year beast?
What does it have to do with Ice Chunk?
These questions require more than just a visit to the old mansion; perhaps answers can only be found at Luokeng Mountain.
