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    Chapter 620 You're Cold, I'm Warm
    Dong Changtian and the others hadn't drunk so much in a long time; when they left, their faces were flushed, and they swayed as they walked.
    "Slow down on the road."
    "Er Niu, wait for me to come back!"
    Li Mo and Ying Bing stood at the doorway, seeing them off.
    Hearing the familiar address, Dong Changtian's steps faltered.
    He turned his head blankly, squinting his eyes, looking at the two figures at the door, their faces blurred against the lamplight.
    The lamplight spilled into his eyes, illuminating their cloudy depths, and also onto his face, filling every wrinkle with light.
    "Got it, Little Li Ge."
    The wind and snow grew heavier, making it impossible to open one's eyes.
    On the desolate street, only a string of footprints leading into the distance remained, not yet filled by the snow.
    At the same time, Li Mo returned to the small courtyard, tidying up the leftovers as usual; he didn't know why he had suddenly called out that name to Dong Changtian earlier.
    The rustic name Er Niu was completely unrelated to the Sword Sect.
    But he felt that he had said it very smoothly, without any sense of incongruity.
    This sense of reasonableness made him uneasy.
    He could even make the copper coin stand upright; surely he wasn't found out?
    After a long while, Li Mo returned to his room.
    He was leaving soon, and he wanted to take a bath before heading out; he spent some time heating water, then lay down in it.
    "Li Mo? Where are you?"
    "Are you in there?"
    Ying Bing's voice came from outside the door.
    Perhaps she had just returned from outside, couldn't find him, and had come to the bathroom.
    Little Li, soaking in the water, hesitated for three and one-third seconds before burying his head in the water, instantly unable to hear the outside sound.
    "Nah, when I take a bath, I like to immerse myself completely, not even letting my head show."
    "It's also very reasonable not to hear sounds from outside, right?"
    Creak—
    Only when Ying Bing entered did he emerge from the water with a blank expression.
    "You... are you also here to take a bath?"
    "Uh-huh, wait... until you're done."
    Ying Bing actually knew he was inside, but if she didn't go in, he would probably keep soaking himself.
    "Since you're already here."
    Li Mo had the look of a righteous gentleman.
    "Mm, I still have things to do."
    Ying Bing put down the wooden basin she was carrying, which contained the clothes she had just retrieved from outside; she picked them up, shook off the snowflakes, and prepared to wash them again and hang them indoors.
    "What is Alien Earth like?"
    "It's a place where Mortals contract serious illnesses, warriors' anger declines, and Celestials find it difficult to communicate with Heaven and Earth."
    "No wonder you felt there wasn't much chance of winning."
    "Then why did you deliberately make the copper coin stand upright?"
    Ying Bing put down her clothes and looked at him faintly.
    Li Mo felt a bit guilty under her gaze; he had made the decision on the spur of the moment and hadn't told her in advance.
    After Pojun arrived, he realized the extent of the Celestial Clan's determination to have Mo City send a representative.
    "Someone has to go; Old Dong and Old Qi are already old."
    "..."
    Ying Bing didn't smile, pursing her lips, no longer looking at him, and diligently washing the clothes in the basin, completely oblivious to their squeals as if they were about to drown.
    Li Mo said earnestly:
    "I made the decision on the spur of the moment; I originally planned for everyone to play dumb and muddle through, but we couldn't muddle through, so it wasn't that I deliberately didn't discuss it with you."
    "I'm not angry."
    "The clothes are almost ruined by you... Then a hug, just one hug, and I'll believe you're not angry."
    "But you're taking a bath."
    "Just a bath, anyway, it's not like..."
    Li Mo himself was stunned after speaking.
    Why did it sound like he had bathed with her before?
    Could a Fairy sister be bathed with so casually?
    But what he didn't expect was that Ying Bing thought for a moment, then lowered her gaze and asked, "How long?"
    Li Mo looked at the wind and snow outside the window, unable to calculate the time.
    He planned to leave early, not waiting until noon, intending to depart at dawn.
    "All night."
    "?"
    "The water won't get cold; I'm warm."
    "Really? I'm a little skeptical."
    "Let's try it."
    Li Mo was laughing when suddenly his eyes went black, his face covered by a dress with a faint fragrance.
    Splash—
    A cold body was added to his embrace; he instantly understood the sensation of soft jade, soft yet quite elastic... Ying Bing sat in his arms, the back of her head resting on his shoulder, a blush spreading upwards from her neck.
    She happened to glance and see that familiar red mark, and as her gaze shifted, it was as if something was about to spill from her eyes.
    "This is because you're leaving."
    Ying Bing's voice trembled slightly, a little guilty.
    Li Mo inhaled the icy scent, his mind a jumble, as if bubbles were popping inside: "Then this wave isn't a loss, it's a huge gain."
    "Are you trying to say the battery is fully charged?"
    "No."
    Li Mo's current stubbornness was comparable to a certain place that had just been soft.
    As he spoke, he hugged the ice lump tighter, quietly feeling her breath and every inch of her body temperature, his mood gradually calming down.
    Li Mo suddenly felt time passing so quickly.
    Happy times are always short; after about an hour, he got out of the bathtub.
    He carried Ying Bing to the bed and covered her with the quilt.
    Li Mo took a deep breath, and with a feeling of facing death, he walked out the door.
    The snow that had fallen all night stopped in the early morning; a faint fish-belly white appeared in the east.
    Entering the place where Pojun was staying, he saw the tall man sitting there confidently, already dressed and ready to depart.
    Seeing only himself, Li Mo breathed a sigh of relief.
    Pojun, on the other hand, was startled:
    "Why are you here?"
    "It's a bit early, but early is good; before Old Dong wakes up, let's set off early. That kid Old Dong is very sly."
    Li Mo smiled easily.
    "Are you afraid he'll come early?"
    Pojun frowned.
    He didn't understand why everyone had shirked yesterday, fearing death.
    But today, they were afraid others would get ahead.
    And... wasn't Li Mo an undercover agent?
    "No, I just don't like farewell scenes."
    "Sword Sect Dong said the same thing; you two are on the same page."
    "Right, I was just saying... huh? What do you mean?" Li Mo was momentarily confused.
    Pojun looked at him strangely:
    "Sword Sect Dong reported last night; he should already be at the Drinking Horse Grand Camp by now."
    "He didn't tell you?"
    "?"
    Li Mo stood frozen in place, the old Dong's weathered face from last night, turning back in the wind and snow, involuntarily appearing in his mind.
    "When he left, he also left you a letter, which should contain his instructions for you."
    Pojun seemed to understand something and smiled: "You did well; you even calculated that he would leave early. No wonder you are so trusted by the people of Mo City. If this continues, it won't be long before you sit in the top seat of Mo City."
    Hmm... he thought this was Li Mo's method of infiltration.
    He was still marveling that this kid was a born actor!
    "You flatter me..."
    Li Mo's expression returned to calm, not letting Pojun see his astonishment.
    "By the way, where's the letter?"
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