Watching those two, Xie Yuling pouted slightly.
At this moment, she wished she didn’t know how to set off fireworks.
After Jiang Yunlu finished, Chu Miaomiao came over with a skyrocket, clearly intending to get Lin Mo to teach her hands-on as well.
Once Chu Miaomiao was done, Lin Mo turned to Xie Yuling.
Xie Yuling covered her left eye, stuck out her tongue, and said, "Luck’s on my side—I can’t see a thing!"
Lin Mo grinned. "What’s that? You said you want hands-on guidance too?"
With that, he lit a skyrocket and motioned for Xie Yuling to come over so he could teach her.
Despite her shyness, Xie Yuling stepped forward and wrapped her hands around his from behind, raising them high.
Jiang Yunlu, who had already started lighting her second skyrocket, turned back cheerfully.
"Hehe, Lin Mo, look! I can—"
Her smile vanished.
Jiang Yunlu pursed her lips. "Hmph! You win this round."
An unspoken agreement seemed to form between the three, bringing a newfound balance to their dynamic.
After the skyrockets were spent, they moved on to sparklers.
They kept at it until around 11:58 PM.
Everyone pulled out their phones, ready for the countdown.
Fang Jun crouched beside the grand, luxurious fireworks, waiting to light them at the perfect moment for maximum spectacle.
"Alright, everyone, get ready to count down! Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
The group stood scattered but shouted in unison.
Lin Mo led the three girls further back.
"Where are we going?" Jiang Yunlu couldn’t help but ask.
"Too close—it won’t look as good. Let’s get farther away."
By the time they reached the farmhouse entrance, the crowd had finished counting down.
Fang Jun had already lit the fuse early, and at the shout of "one," a brilliant firework shot into the sky.
A flower of light bloomed against the night, illuminating the darkness in an instant.
One after another, the fireworks burst forth—sometimes several at once—painting the sky in blues, oranges, and reds.
The crowd stepped back, gazing upward.
Meanwhile, Lin Mo and the girls had found the perfect vantage point, taking in the full spectacle.
A faint scent of alcohol drifted from behind them.
"Quite the lively scene," came a voice.
The girls turned to see the man addressed as General Manager Ma.
He had stayed the whole time, quietly watching the fireworks.
Lin Mo ignored him, keeping his attention on the sky with the girls.
The display lasted over a minute—clearly worth over a thousand yuan.
Fang Jun dashed to another crate of fireworks.
He lit it and sprinted back toward Lin Mo’s group.
"Damn, Lin Mo, you really know how to pick a spot!"
Lin Mo smirked. "Of course. You need distance to appreciate fireworks properly. Up close, you miss the whole picture."
This three-thousand-yuan firework was truly impressive.
Like a Katyusha rocket launcher, it fired rapidly, exploding mid-air in waves, some even splitting apart a second time.
Even with the thick scent of gunpowder in the air, the dazzling display kept everyone enthralled.
Fireworks, like flowers, defy cost-effectiveness—especially the expensive ones.
But when they bloom, you don’t think about value.
Just as no one questions the worth of a bouquet when it’s handed to them.
The grand finale lit up the surrounding sky for one last glorious moment.
"All the nearby villages are setting off fireworks, but somehow, the ones here are the prettiest," Jiang Yunlu mused, glancing at Lin Mo before watching the last embers fade.
Fang Jun chimed in, "Well, duh. Their fireworks can’t compete with ours. But come Lunar New Year, they go all out—nonstop for hours."
After all, the Chinese New Year was the real highlight.
With the big show over, smaller fireworks remained, but Lin Mo wasn’t interested. The girls, too, had lost their enthusiasm—post-spectacle serenity had set in.
So Lin Mo patted Fang Jun’s shoulder.
"Cleanup’s on you."
Fang Jun waved him off.
"Sure, sure. You’re the one who paid for it."
Lin Mo led the three back inside.
"Fireworks fade, music ends—making the story’s finale all the sweeter."
He escorted the girls to their rooms.
Meanwhile, Fang Jun was still organizing the cleanup.
"Why isn’t Lin Mo helping?" grumbled the same guy who’d earlier mocked Lin Mo for hogging resources.
Before Fang Jun could respond, Lin Jiajun cut in scornfully.
"He paid for the fireworks. Jiang Yunlu’s family provided the cars. You wanna walk back to the city?"
Fang Jun added, "This is the middle of nowhere. No taxis, and the bus stop’s miles away."
The guy, Deng Yang, tried to argue, but his friend Kang Hongbo grabbed him.
"Jesus, shut up already. You’re ruining my reputation here."
He’d invited an old middle school buddy for fun, only to deal with this jealousy-fueled tantrum. Now he regretted it.
Deng Yang shoved Kang Hongbo off.
"Whose side are you on? You’re supposed to back me up!"
Kang Hongbo took a deep breath.
"You’re my friend, but so are they. Stopping you from embarrassing yourself is being a good friend."
Deng Yang sneered. "You’re just worried I’ll make you look bad."
"Fine! If you’re all gonna suck up to that bastard Lin Mo, I’m out!"
He stormed back toward the farmhouse.
The group exchanged uneasy glances.
Kang Hongbo sighed. "My bad. I shouldn’t have brought him."
Fang Jun and Lin Jiajun shared a look before patting Kang Hongbo’s shoulder.
"Don’t sweat it. You tried to stop him. Who knew he’d go this nuts? Crash with us tonight—we’ll find you a spare room."
As Lin Mo returned from escorting the girls, he crossed paths with the fuming Deng Yang.
Lin Mo hadn’t been paying attention to the outside drama, so he had no context.
But he didn’t acknowledge Deng Yang either.
Deng Yang glared, took a sharp breath, and strode past without a word.
Furious as he was, he remembered Kang Hongbo’s warning: Lin Mo could take on a dozen thugs single-handedly.
Picking a fight—or even mouthing off—would be suicidal.
So Deng Yang chose survival.
At least no one saw him back down.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
