The footsteps outside quickly passed. He Mo moved his wrist, but couldn't break free. He said coldly, "Let go!"
"Are you angry?" Yan Lu leaned closer and asked in a low voice with a smile in his narrow almond-shaped eyes. His breath hit He Mo's delicate neck. He could clearly see every strand of hair and every hair on this person.
It's great that you're still alive.
It’s great to meet you again.
He Mo smiled instead of getting angry, and asked slowly and calmly, "Why, haven't you had enough of the Desolate Planet?"
The man before him, somewhere between a teenager and a young man, had lost the youthfulness of their initial encounter, now exuding a carefree air. He wasn't angry at He Mo's revelation. Instead, he leaned closer, a look of surprise on his face. "You recognized me!" His words shone with satisfaction, and his smiling eyes seemed to suddenly be filled with twinkling stars.
He Mo raised his eyebrows slightly. He was the culprit who turned him into a vegetable. Even after hundreds of years, he would not forget it.
With a slight effort, He Mo successfully broke free from his grasp. This time, Yan Lu didn't make a scene and simply let go of his hand. There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes, but the next second, he smiled and invited, "I didn't expect to meet you here. To thank you for showing mercy, please allow me to treat you to a meal."
The fifty-year exile to the Desolate Star was shortened to two years. Most people would refuse to agree just to vent their anger, or some would use it as a financial threat. However, He Mo agreed without asking for anything, which surprised many people.
Before He Mo could even utter the word "no", this guy pushed his way out of the exit and said confidently, "If you don't agree, I'll stay here today."
Glancing at the man with a headache, He Mo regretted coming out. Wouldn't it be better to stay in the room quietly? Why did he have to come out to watch the show? Helplessly, he explained seriously, "You don't need to thank me. We're even now. Besides, I'm not interested in having dinner with someone I don't know."
Yan Lu chuckled softly, his face, which had lost its childishness, becoming even more adorable. "Let's get acquainted now. My name is Yan Lu, I'm a 22-year-old male. I'm interested in exotic beasts and mecha piloting. I know your name, He Mo."
He spoke the word "He Mo" word by word, his clear voice with a hint of lowness. The small space also had an echo effect, which lengthened the voice line.
Finally realizing that the man in front of him was obviously not someone who could be reasoned with, He Mo's head ached even more. He endured it again and again, telling himself that this was just a child in his early twenties, and he was over five hundred years old, so he couldn't argue with this little guy.
I nodded reluctantly and thought, forget it, it’s just a meal.
After receiving a satisfactory answer and adding the contact number, Yan Lu readily made way for the exit, watching He Mo's back gradually disappear into the distance with a triumphant smile on his handsome face.
Touching his heart that was beating abnormally, Yan Lu restrained his smile. There was a complex light in his eyes. Finally, he uttered two words in a low voice like a sigh: "He Mo." The words were so low that they were soon blown away by the wind.
Yan Lu walked out of the rockery, his black outfit particularly conspicuous. Soon someone ran over and smiled flatteringly: "Master Lu, why are you here?"
In the afternoon, Wei Yang told He Mo the results. Five people from the side branch will participate in the test with He Mo, and it will start at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.
Sure enough, in order to appease the emotions of the collateral line this time, some of the privileges of the direct line will inevitably be sacrificed.
However, there are so many people of the right age in the side branch, but only five of them are qualified. I am afraid that there will be disputes, and the conflict will naturally shift back to the side branch.
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