Chapter 221
AU Extra: A Young Man’s Illusory Dream (14) Gu Mang didn’t have time to finish his thought. The light around
The traitorous general Gu Mang was returning to his homeland. Everyone wanted to see him dead, and it was said that the one who hated him most was his former best friend—the cold and ascetic Young Master Mo.
The rumours said: Young Master Mo prepared three hundred and sixty-five methods of torture to interrogate him with, just waiting to try them out on Gu Mang. They were so varied it was more than enough to toy with him for a year without repetition.
Except these rumours were very quickly forbidden by Young Master Mo. The reason given was that they described him as a lunatic, and were severely inconsistent with reality.
So what was the truth?
The truth was even more unspeakable—
Mo Xi’s identity: the most abstinent commander of the empire.
His relationship with the traitor Gu Mang: they’d slept together before.
AU Extra: A Young Man’s Illusory Dream (14) Gu Mang didn’t have time to finish his thought. The light around
The remnants of the memories began to surface, showing what happened after Lin Yun and Bai Rouxia got married. “Rouxia,
“Are you all right?” After completely dispelling the demonic melody, this was what Mo Xi asked him. Gu Mang smiled
Gu Mang was being strangled by the icy corpse behind him, his entire body already submerged in the dye. The
When Officer Mo Xi read the above, he had just returned to the police station from the hospital. The bloodstains
Mo Xi spent some time figuring out the website’s interface, then spent some more time locating the novel Gu Mang
After posting that comment, Mo Xi returned to the first chapter and started reading from the beginning. He had to
The world around them was blanketed in falling evening snow, and sunset was fast approaching. Everything was just as Gu
Mo Xi: “……” Sea Turtle: “……” “This is what you call useful?” “Uh, this thing works based on luck. It
The Northern Frontier Army’s soldiers were dressed rather differently from what Mo Xi had imagined. After all, the only historical
However, Officer Mo was still far too naive. If he had known even a little about writing fiction, he would
The moment the Tear of Li Jun finished speaking, Mo Xi felt a dizzying pain on the side of his
Two Years Later. By the banks of the Fushui River, the hundred-thousand-strong army of the Northern Frontier had pitched camp.
“Can I sit next to you?” Mo Xi’s fingertips trembled, and he nearly spilled the wine in his glass. As
Mo Xi’s feelings of anger and revulsion flared up again like a wildfire. His face remained cold, but fierce flames
If time could be turned back three years, and someone had gone to Police Officer Mo and made a prediction,
What was going on…? How could it be empty? It was as though someone had poured a ladleful of ice
It was an exquisitely embroidered scented pouch, woven with a design depicting mountains, rivers, the sun, and the moon. Golden
At this point, Mo Xi had no other choice. He cursed under his breath and pushed Gu Mang back against
The people at the Military and Government Office had clearly noticed Marshal Mo’s irritability over the past few days. He