Chapter 125: Bunny Girl Ruan Yi

The two escaped from the Taihang Mountains and continued fleeing northwest, heading toward Yanmen Commandery.

In terms of texture, the fragrant jade beef is undoubtedly the finest meat in the world, and it is the most suitable type of meat for humans as a staple food.

After resting for about fifteen minutes in Li Dongxu’s room, Li Zehan and the others went downstairs again, preparing to carry out the final step in today’s kimchi-making task.

Weng Tingjun did not bring up old wounds himself; since that incident, he realized that no matter the public opinion pressure, it could no longer crush TA Entertainment or its people, himself included.

“Since the punishment has been settled, let’s discuss the winner’s reward,” Li Shangshun quickly diverted their attention, worried Li Xiaoli might change her mind at any moment.

The competition ended there. As usual, Ai Huan led the team to thank the audience before returning to the lounge. Magath was already waiting there with a broad smile, having played well in the second half—it would have been odd for him to maintain a stern face.

“Why did you and Dongxun just go to the kitchen?” Kim Soo asked HAHA, both to change the subject and satisfy her curiosity.

At this moment, Su Yi no longer cared much; the beast people’s frenzy gave him time to gather strength. If they calmed down, his chances would be fewer.

He planned to open a bottle of red wine and enjoy a candlelit dinner with Ju Li, hoping to seize the moment and win her forgiveness.

The storm lasted a whole day. Lin Weiqin and the others failed to catch up with the large fleet, and worse, the storm had blown the ships into an unknown sea area.

Lin Hui was gently comforted for a while, her expression brightened somewhat but still bore the weight of deep worries.

As the two prepared to search a secret chamber, a chilling and ominous aura blocked the exit, and a terrifying altar made of white bones appeared at the center of the room.

Dongfang Han had already told Xueluan and the others about this. They did not blame Ling Yuhan, knowing that if they were in such a situation, Dongfang Han would risk everything to save them.

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After Lin Shu returned to the Xinzhong Hou Mansion, she canceled all the banquets. She thought, since she was about to marry, she should devote herself fully to accompanying her mother, even though her mother was going to divorce Lin Pei. Once she married, it would no longer be easy to see her mother again.

Previously, Meng Tianyi ate shrimp despite his allergy because of me. This time, I cannot reject Meng Tianyi’s goodwill.

Perhaps only the techniques learned in intelligence courses could calm my mind and make me indifferent to everything I saw. No matter what, this approach could reduce the plantation owner and navigator’s distrust of me and others.

The second madam hurriedly intervened, “You two are the closest sisters; saying such things is too formal.” Today was her birthday, and the first madam’s words were already embarrassing enough—she did not want to lose face even more.

Qiushui’s three-foot white silk combined with her dreamlike dance steps, an inscrutable figure with attacks everywhere.

“No harm… no harm…” Lin Xiyue was fiery in nature; why care about anything else? She immediately pulled the two into a carriage, heading toward Linxi County.

Putting aside our own grudges, these are half-grown children—could parents bear to add more burdens on them?

With light laughter, her wrist twisting, the fair right palm shook a beautiful fan back and forth. The folded fan spun several circles on Qingge’s long fingers before opening suddenly like a blooming epiphyllum.

Then, Long Shitian grabbed Fang Yu’s hair and, with a sudden strong pull, lifted Fang Yu’s muddy face.

Qingge knelt on one knee, facing Yan Bitong, smiling like a gentle spring breeze, her hands cupped together.

“Are you really going to be demoted to a lowly spirit?” Jiuci saw Qingge’s expressionless face and quickly urged.

He actually felt pity for her… Han Yutong still thought she must have been mistaken; though not ugly, she hardly seemed capable of inspiring such love at first sight.

“I, I…” Mu Chen, who was never good at lying in front of Mu Qi, stumbled over his words, unsure how to respond.

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“No need to worry. There’s a ready candidate right before us,” Tu He said without hesitation, looking confidently at Yu Moqing and Yongye.

As she turned to reluctantly pull Shuman away, those people lifted the young master Yun.

People had been busy for half a month; the ground was nearly dug, and the killings mostly done. Only now did they start letting people in.

Inside the carriage, Grandmother Zu closed her eyes to rest, her face showing signs of fatigue. When she opened them, she sighed deeply, full of helplessness.

Fang Xu couldn’t help but say that obtaining a token seemed not too difficult.

As Miyouran began calculating, the two of them locked eyes, each already casting shadows upon the other. This kind of calculation was the most dangerous; a slight mistake could fall into a trap and cause damage without even meeting face-to-face.

Many armies of the Ming Dynasty disliked using matchlocks because they were inefficient—after one shot, they had to wait a long time before firing again. Using matchlocks against enemies was less effective than bows and crossbows. But with the new-style firearms, everything changed—they were a truly revolutionary advancement.

Holding Yingxiu’s hand, he stepped out of the room. Soon, other rooms lit with candlelight, and those remaining in the ghost courtyard gradually emerged.

Thus, Fang Xu could not be blamed; it was the other party who insisted on seeking death, not Fang Xu’s intention.

That very night, excess yin energy would appear, and spirits and ghosts would roam about, giving rise to the saying of the "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons."

Yet in an instant, Fang Xu calmed the boiling blood energy within him. With his mastery over his own blood energy, this was no difficult feat.