Chapter Twenty-Seven: Rabbit

Lou Dalang chewed the tough jerky hard, the corners of his mouth curling up in delight. He wasn’t particularly fond of the meat itself—after all, in the Lou family, he had tasted every delicacy imaginable. What truly mattered to him was that the jerky had been taken from Fat Girl’s own snack basket and personally fed to him by her hand.

Wait a moment!

Lou Dalang seemed to realize something, and his chewing abruptly stopped. Just a moment ago, Fat Girl had done exactly the same…

“That’s why humanity became the master of this land—not only with the help of Heaven’s will, but because people dare to try, dare to change, and never give up. Wukong, do you understand?” Wang Yan fixed his gaze on Sun Wukong as he spoke.

Perhaps you care about his every move. Sometimes you feel wronged or pained, but you still watch over him silently, full of expectation.

Though he was seated only as a guest, even He Xingchi, who occupied the place of honor, appeared overshadowed.

Originally, Chu Shaoyang hadn’t intended to let it out, but he could find no means to cross the sea.

Wang Yan murmured, reaching out to catch the scattered fragments of starlight, but unexpectedly, shrouded in the bloody aura of profound light, he became like a beast from primordial chaos. The nearby fragments fled wildly, as if terrified.

Many people rose on tiptoe, craning their necks curiously in that direction, utterly distracted from the spectacular lion dance before them.

Earlier, the six factions had already made probing attacks, but none had committed their full strength.

Blaze paused atop a brittle layer of ice, raised a sleeve to wipe sweat from her brow, her face showing traces of fatigue.

What vexed her even more was that neither her father nor her grandmother, the empress dowager, had attended.

Accompanied by Tian Hui, she arrived at the location she had found—a tea house with ancient blue bricks and grey tiles. Though it was called an old tea house, it was only styled to appear so; the walls and door painted with red lacquer suggested it had been built no more than a decade ago.

Li Bai’s eyes deepened, his hand resting on the ground in a relaxed posture, yet Ruan Meng could feel the muscles in his chest suddenly tense.

“You came here to tell me why, didn’t you? Go ahead.” Ye Li was already calm; she felt she’d heard far too much bad news in her life, so another one or two didn’t matter.

Ji Anqi pondered—having a boyfriend still felt like something distant and unattainable.

“It’s your own fault for not finding Big Sister. Why are you glaring at me?” Ji Furong pouted.

Chu Xiangsi shifted uncomfortably; unexpectedly, as soon as she moved, Jun Wujie bit her lip.

Thinking of this, Banruo’s gaze toward Fox grew more appraising. In Banruo’s eyes, Fox was merely a pale, long-limbed cultivator, hardly remarkable. Yet unexpectedly, Fox had managed to earn the respect of Lord Ming.

That’s right—Lin Nuannuan thought Qin Mingyue now looked just like a child craving praise and affirmation.

Chu Xiangsi’s gaze swept over the group, and her once cold, elegant face softened into a smile that was alluring and seductive; with a mere flutter of her lashes, she could captivate souls. Who knew how many men would lose their hearts, how many bees and butterflies would flock to her—luckily, Su Xian had no ulterior motives.

And in the tribe she had come to, the old priest, in order to secure his position, had even killed the new priest?

Moreover, though Lin Nuannuan was praised for her culinary skills, many dishes had actually been prepared by that maid called Qiu Nong. As for Lin Nuannuan herself, who could say how her cooking truly tasted?

“Then since I saved you, you must repay me—with your hand in marriage, you understand?” As she said this, Xu Yan nearly burst out laughing.