Starting by picking up a female fan, he swept through the martial arts world.

Chapter 122 I want both grand adventures and tender moments.

In the second bedroom.

Bai Zhaoli buried her head in the pillow and muttered to herself.

"Silent official."

"Silent Official————"

"How could he be a low-ranking official?"

She hadn't slept all night, and now her mind was a complete mess.

It's a chaotic mess with a semblance of order.

After confirming Jiang Lang's identity, she finally understood many things that she couldn't understand before.

For example, why did Jiang Lang save him?

For example, Jiang Lang is clearly very strong, but he still pretends to be a fraudulent player.

For example, why did Jiang Lang scold him for disregarding the lives of his companions when he wanted to continue being a copycat?

Because—these are all things he has experienced.

But even after she figured out some of the issues, she was still perplexed by even more.

So what should I do?

How should I treat him?

How should he treat me?

Bai Zhaoli was in a state of confusion. She no longer harbored any resentment towards Jiang Lang, but she felt more lost than ever before.

She seemed to have already guessed why Jiang Lang was resisting her.

As a seasoned iMo, she knew that MoLi had a very powerful team behind him.

Since it's a large team, there must be girls in it, right?

As the core character, it's perfectly normal for girls to like Jiang Lang.

But later, the entire team was wiped out, and the survivors must have been left with a lot of trauma.

Jiang Lang successfully took his revenge last night, but it must have also stirred up painful memories, so it's perfectly normal for him to reject himself.

What should I do then?

How could I possibly win against someone who has already passed away?

Besides, why should I argue with someone who has already passed away?

"Squeak!"

The door opened.

Bai Zhaoli quickly closed her eyes.

Yang Yu smiled helplessly and sat down next to her: "Stop pretending, I know you're not asleep!"

"Sister Yu, you haven't left yet!"

Bai Zhaoli could only open her eyes and feign sleepiness, yawning, "I was about to fall asleep, and you disturbed me again—"

Yang Yu pointed a slender finger at her: "Stop pretending! You're so young, why do you want to run away from problems?"

"I didn't run away!"

"Then let me ask you, how do you plan to treat Jiang Lang from now on?"

"I definitely don't like him anymore."

"Hey you!"

Yang Yu was anxious. Although she didn't know what to do, she definitely didn't want to see Bai Zhaoli's current attitude.

Bai Zhaoli sat up, tilted her fair chin back, and seemed to regain her usual radiant spirit: "Sister Yu, I've figured it out. People like us are destined to do great things. It's too petty to be preoccupied with romance all day long."

I don't know if Jiang Lang is a scumbag, and I don't care whether he's thinking about someone or not.

All I know is that he is my fellow traveler!

If we can't be lovers, then we won't be. Anyway, I don't need him!

As long as we can look out for each other when we need it, that's enough.

Yang Yu: "————"

To be honest, she was somewhat dumbfounded.

This wasn't what she wanted either, but she was genuinely relieved that Bai Zhaoli thought this way.

Moreover, she knew that it was impossible for Bai Zhaoli to humble herself and please the "scumbag," and she didn't want to see Bai Zhaoli like that.

It's already quite remarkable that they even have this idea.

At least, there's still room for maneuver.

Yang Yu was unsure whether she should reveal everything about Jiang Lang; she needed to observe the situation further.

She pinched Bai Zhaoli's cheek and couldn't help but laugh, "I understand! I support whatever you do. Go to sleep now, or you'll get dark circles under your eyes."

"Yes! You should go train too!"

"have a good rest."

Yang Yu smiled and left the room.

But I had just closed the door.

Bai Zhaoli's radiant expression vanished, and she collapsed dejectedly onto her pillow.

Of course she knew that being sentimental was petty and narrow-minded.

But—I really can't control it!

Jiang Family Villa.

It's breakfast time again.

Jiang Tai glanced at Jiang Lang's empty seat and couldn't help but feel a headache coming on: "Xiao Yi, where's your brother? Aren't you going to eat?"

Jiang Yi whispered, "He came home very late last night, and seemed a little unhappy. He's probably still asleep, right?"

Jiang Tai:

Recently, he has been riding high in the officialdom, as if everyone knows that Bai Heng's beloved daughter is about to marry his son.

But only he himself understands the suffering involved.

Since that incident with the Secret Service, the relationship between father and son has deteriorated.

It's not that it's bad, just indifferent.

It's as if there's an invisible and intangible barrier between us.

Or perhaps there was always a barrier between them, but they just hadn't noticed it.

However, this is not a good sign.

Because Bai Zhaoli also has opinions about her, once the two young people get married and move out, no one can say for sure how much use her status as "Bai family in-law" will still be.

But ironically, he really had no idea how to mend the relationship between father and son.

Because Jiang Lang's current attitude is that he's completely unwilling to communicate.

Correct!

It's not about refusing to communicate.

It's not that they're lazy about communicating.

This is the most despairing thing.

It seems that after Jiang Lang obtained the resources from Si Hong, he lost all interest in this family.

He thought about it and realized that Jiang Yi seemed to be the only one who could help improve the relationship between the father and son.

So he moved his lips, wanting Jiang Yi to act as a peacemaker.

But just then, his phone rang.

When he saw the caller ID showed "Jie Shuai", his expression changed immediately.

Why are you calling at this hour?

He quickly stood up, picked up the phone, and ran to the study.

"Hey, old boss!"

"Atai! Do you know what happened last night?"

Bai Heng's voice was somewhat heavy.

Jiang Tai was taken aback: "What happened last night?"

Bai Heng's tone was heavy: "Last night I received news—"

Then, he added to what he knew.

Finally, he added, "Our vertical faction didn't participate in that banquet, so I can't say exactly what happened, but I can confirm that those were the people who died."

Jiang Tai's face turned pale upon hearing this. Back when they were suppressing Mo Li, the Zong faction only went through the motions for special reasons, and the secret agents who took over Mo Li's team had little to do with them. It was normal that they couldn't attend this meeting.

only----

His voice trembled slightly: "General, do you think it might be—that Mo Li has returned?"

As soon as he said it, he felt it was somewhat absurd.

According to information from various sources, Mo Li is already clearly dead.

only----

Bai Heng's answer made his heart sink.

"Very likely! Atai, you've done a lot of dirty work for the Zong faction these days. If it really is Mo Li who's back, you're very likely to become his target."

I will have Qin Wei lead the guard regiment to secretly protect your safety, but this suspected assassin is terrifyingly strong, even I have to be wary of him.

So—you need to be careful in everything you do!

"yes!"

Jiang Tai was completely numb when he suddenly felt that the problem of his father-son relationship wasn't so urgent anymore.

That's just how people are.

When life and death are no longer a question, you will have many worries.

But when faced with a life-threatening situation, your only worry is your own life.

What if we really get targeted by the Silent Official?

Good heavens!

Silent official!

Another silent official!

Since the name appeared, it has seemed to hang like a sword over the head of every official.

After a three-year hiatus, it has reappeared and made such a big move as soon as it resurfaced.

A number of lieutenant generals and major generals died.

That's really ruthless!

Jiang Tai instantly lost his appetite and sat in the study in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, someone suddenly knocked on the study door.

Jiang Tai frowned: "Let me have some peace and quiet!"

"husband!"

Si Hong's voice was urgent: "Something terrible has happened!"

Jiang Tai sat up abruptly: "What's the big deal?"

"Shall I come in and speak?"

"fast forward!"

"Squeak!"

Si Hong pushed open the door, walked quickly over in her high heels, and placed her phone in front of Jiang Tai: "The Spark Research Institute just posted an announcement on its official website, saying that it will hold an invitational tournament in two months and plans to invite all universities and military academies across the country."

This invitational tournament will be divided according to research groups, and only first-year martial arts students are allowed to participate. The winner will receive the complete cultivation plan for the Starfire Ghost Constellation.

"Um?"

Jiang Tai was taken aback: "Only first-year martial arts students are allowed to participate?"

Si Hong nodded: "Yes!"

Jiang Tai was even more puzzled: "Why are only first-year martial arts students allowed?"

Si Hong picked up her phone and opened her email: "This is an invitation sent to me by Xinghuo. It says that people who have just started cultivating are the best samples, and they need to collect relevant data to conduct more in-depth research."

The key point isn't these!

The key issue is that Xinghuo's asking price is too high, and the school is very likely to loosen its resource control over martial arts students.

In other words, Ah Lang's resources are no longer sufficient.

"That's great!"

Jiang Tai immediately smiled and quickly stood up: "Then let's tell Ah Lang about this right away."

An opportunity to mend the father-son relationship has arrived.

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