Fox Spirit: One Sword Sweeps the World

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"Huh? The smell?" Ya Ya paused for a moment, then raised her hand to rub her nose, looking innocent. "I think I have a cold. My nose is so stuffy, I can't smell anything."

"Then Ya Ya," she pressed on patiently, "have you tried this yourself?"

"No!" Ya Ya answered readily, with a hint of pride. "Rong Rong specifically told me that you should eat it first, otherwise the aroma will dissipate and it won't be fresh."

"Oh?... It's Rongrong..."

When Honghong heard that it was her beloved younger sister, a knowing glint flashed in her eyes. Then, she gently curled the corners of her lips into a meaningful smile.

"I see."

She looked up at Ya Ya's expectant gaze and finally relented: "Okay, I'll try it then."

As he spoke, he reached out and picked up the bamboo chopsticks beside him, carefully reaching for the clump of black slime.

Just as the chopsticks were about to touch the "pastry", a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, followed by Cui Yuling's voice.

"Hey! Honghong, are you inside? It's me, Cuiyuling. I need to talk to you about something!"

Before she could finish speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Cui Yuling rushed in.

But when she saw the scene inside the room—especially when she saw Tu Shan Honghong putting a grayish-black, sticky thing that smelled strange into her mouth—the entire demon froze.

She blurted out instinctively, "Huh? Honghong, you... I remember you're a fox spirit, not a dung beetle?"

"Hey hey hey..."

"Dung beetle lady, you... smell so good..."

………………

A strong wind swirled up snowflakes, sweeping across the mountain peaks…

The strands of hair at Liu'er's temples fluttered in the cold wind.

She leaned against a huge rock covered with icicles, her figure like a plum blossom blooming on a cliff.

A wildness lurks beneath her delicate features…

Not far away, the Third Young Master was surrounded by golden light.

The light was not dazzling, but it carried an aura of supreme majesty.

Even the howling cold wind seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier when it reached his side.

Seeing his absent-minded appearance, Liu Er raised an eyebrow slightly and smiled.

"What? Interested? Didn't you say before... that you were completely disappointed with the human race and that there would never be anything that could catch your eye again?"

The third young master did not turn around; his gaze remained fixed on the distant sea of ​​clouds.

It's as if you can see through layers of clouds and mist to the bustling world at the foot of the mountain.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a wisp of golden light hovering between his fingertips, but he remained silent.

"Hehehe," Liu Er laughed even harder when he saw his expression, tapping the boulder beside him lightly with his fingertips, "I told you that little guy was something else, didn't I?"

“I noticed him when he was three years old.”

The third young master finally responded, his voice clear and crisp.

He nodded slowly, acknowledging Liu Er's words, but his gaze remained fixed on her.

"His talent is indeed superior to Xiao Wumu's; a peak Great Demon King at the age of thirteen is unprecedented."

"But... he's missing something deep down, so... I don't plan to go find him right now."

"You're trying to stall again?" Liu Er's smile faded slightly as he stepped forward. "It takes at least several hundred years for the human race to produce a peerless genius like this. Aren't you afraid of waiting for several hundred more years? Aren't you afraid... this little guy will follow in Xiao Wumu's footsteps?"

The cold wind suddenly picked up and intensified, whipping up the snow on the ground and lashing it against the stones with a rustling sound.

The golden light at the third young master's fingertip paused for a moment before he slowly spoke, "It's different. He already possesses a decent ability to protect himself, and the environment around him is also different."

“If I intervene now and pave the way for him, he will never be able to make up for what he lacks and will never be able to do what I want him to do.”

Liu Er fell silent. She gazed at her younger brother's tall, straight back, then at the faint outline of a town beneath the distant sea of ​​clouds. After a long while, she sighed softly, "Perhaps..."

The wind was still blowing on the mountaintop. The Third Young Master did not speak again, but the golden light around him shone even brighter.

A slight smile played on his lips, and his eyes flashed with golden light, tearing through the wind and snow ahead.

"Mu... Qing... Han..."

"I'm really looking forward to meeting you for the first time..."

"That day won't be too far away..."

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Tu Shan Rongrong was holding a red book, which was originally blue, but she had covered it with a book cover.

She came up to Tu Shan Ya Ya and said, "Sister Ya Ya, take a look. This book is so hard to understand. I can't understand it."

Ya Ya was leaning back on the soft couch, drinking. When she heard this, she glanced at the book with half-closed eyes and pursed her lips.

"Huh? I can't even read very well, and you can't understand it either, so how could I possibly understand it?"

Even so, she put down the Endless Wine Pot and reached out to take the book.

Rongrong immediately stepped forward, her eyes full of expectation: "Then, Sister Ya Ya, could you at least read the title of this book to me? Maybe I'll understand it once I know the title!"

"Hmm? Okay, let me take a look."

Ya Ya pinched the spine of the book with her fingertips, looked down at the large characters on the cover, and read them one by one.

"If you want to capture a man's heart..."

"Ahhh!"

"Rongrong! When did you steal my book?!"

Rongrong grinned, her eyes crinkling with laughter, "Oh? Sister Ya Ya, so you're admitting... this book is yours?"

Ya Ya's cheeks flushed instantly, even the tips of her ears were tinged with pink. She hurriedly hid the book behind her back, her eyes darting around.

"No...it's not mine! I...I don't know whose book this is..."

"Hee hee hee."

Rongrong stepped forward, reached out and gently poked Ya Ya's arm, her voice full of teasing.

"Sister Ya Ya, you don't want Sister Hong Hong to know... that you're secretly reading these 'capturing men's hearts' books, do you?"

Ya Ya's weakness was exposed, and her arrogant demeanor instantly deflated. She shrank back while holding her book, her eyes slightly red, looking extremely aggrieved.

"Waaaaah... Rongrong, what are you trying to do?... I... I only read a few pages, please don't tell Sister Honghong!"

"What do you want to do... I'll have to... think about it carefully."

Tu Shan Rongrong stroked her chin, squinted her eyes, and grinned mischievously.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

"Woooooooo..."

Chapter 48 is pretty good.

"Qinghan, you're out."

A familiar voice came from the doorway, and Mu Qinghan looked up.

"Qinghan, want to go for a walk with your brother?"

Mu Shenqi took two steps closer and handed him a cup of fruit tea. "You've been cooped up in your room for three days. If you stay any longer, your bones will rust."

Mu Qinghan glanced down at the steaming fruit tea, then looked up at the door.

The midday sun was too strong, so he slightly raised his hand, his slender fingers together, to shield himself from the glaring light.

Those confusions, like a tangled mess of threads, weighed heavily on his heart.

He didn't want to get stuck in those emotions anymore.

He carried on his shoulders the expectations of his family and the promises he had not yet fulfilled; he could not stop.

Since you can't figure it out, you might as well keep your confusion to yourself for now.

Like sealing an unopened jar of wine, waiting for the answer to come before revisiting it and savoring it.

Of course, it certainly didn't taste very good.

"Come on, come on, I have something to do!"

When Mu Shenqi saw that he agreed, he immediately smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Wang Quanzui and Qingmu Yuan, those two girls, a few days ago, I don't know where they got the idea, they insisted on learning to cook, and even patted their chests and said they would surprise us."

"They finally sent an invitation today. Now that you're out, it's a good opportunity to go and join in the fun."

Mu Qinghan smiled faintly, "Yes, I'm looking forward to it."

"Haha, don't get your hopes up too high!"

Mu Shenqi couldn't help but laugh out loud and reached out to ruffle his hair.

"That girl Wang Quanzui, last time she burned the pot while cooking noodles, I think the food she makes is barely edible."

"Aoki Hime is indeed meticulous, but I don't know how good her cooking is. We'll have to investigate further."

"Everyone has their own expertise, and everyone has different talents."

Mu Qinghan gently raised her hand and tasted the fruit tea.

It tastes good; it must have been prepared by my mother.

He looked up at his older brother, his eyes serious, "Perhaps they have a talent for cooking that we haven't discovered?"

Mu Shenqi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded: "That's right, that's right, it's just my stereotype."

He put his arm around Mu Qinghan's shoulder and pushed him toward the door. "Alright, let's go over there now and see what those two girls are up to!"

"Mmm! Delicious! Zhang Zheng, you should try it too!"

Deng Qiyue's mouth was stuffed with osmanthus rice cake, and his cheeks were bulging as he spoke.

He held half a rice cake in one hand, while reaching into the plate with the other, his eyes glancing at Zhang Zheng across from him every now and then.

The expectation hidden in those eyes was so obvious that it made Zhang Zheng feel uneasy.