Chapter 42: Song Qi Seeks Out Yue Xi

“Mu Cheng, it was quite a surprise that the show was suddenly halted. Honestly, I thought it was a good program. I’m still a bit reluctant to let it go.”
“Mm.”
Duan Mucheng replied indifferently.
It was precisely this attitude—this aloofness of his—that Gu Xiaomo found most captivating.
“Mu Cheng, will you be joining a new production group next? What kind of crew is it? I wonder if my agent could try to get me a part. For an actor, as long as the script is good, I don’t care about the size of the role.”
But, long ago, he had promised Su Luoman: before he turned sixteen, he would never talk about love; before eighteen, he would never marry. If not for today’s unexpected events, he would never have lost control and rushed to confess his feelings to Zifu.
Ye Cheng’s sore spot had been hit by Jinqing’s words. His pale cheeks flushed bright red. He glanced at Ye Weian, then slowly lowered his raised fist and left a sentence behind: “Don’t talk nonsense.” With that, he slammed the door and left.
Meanwhile, the controller dived straight into the hole, and the Direwolf heard a series of tremors beneath his feet, accompanied by the harsh clatter of metal breaking apart.
“Sister, I heard Zhang Yan came looking for you. So, has she left already?” A voice sounded from behind Du Xuexiang.
Thus, after Pandegong’s rebel forces had all retreated into the peninsula, Dalier decisively ordered the knights to ride out in groups to every town and castle, to announce a generous amnesty to the abandoned rebels and accept their surrender.
The amethyst gourd first contracted, then suddenly spewed forth a surge of white mist, within which a white ice sword shot out, hurtling toward the spot where the red-haired giant stood.
Lizbeth took Asuna by the hand and led her into the shop. Once the door was closed, they dashed through the aisles between the display racks, making for the exit.
“General! You’ve been the boss for so many years! Isn’t it my turn now? I’ve long known about your secret poppy plantation. Just rest in peace.” The one-eyed man gritted his teeth and fired three shots in quick succession, bringing General Jin to the ground. Thus, Jin Yong, the infamous drug lord who had ruled the Golden Triangle for years, was gunned down by his own subordinate.
But today, a sudden fleet of ships has arrived. For the peaceful and happy Peach Blossom Valley, is this truly a blessing, or a hidden danger?
“And you’re all still bawling and wailing here—what do you look like? If you cry one more time, I’ll have my sister see to it that your whole family is executed!” Jinqing narrowed her eyes, exuding the air of a tyrant bullying others with her power.
Their actions infuriated me. I spread my arms and blocked the path of the tricycle. Several of my own cousins stepped up to support me, and at Gao Mingchang’s signal, the thugs began pushing and shoving with us.
When Tao Hao finally got up, her eyes were still swollen. Gazing at her puffy eyelids in the mirror, she couldn’t help but curse Shen Duo.
“The Three-Eyed Tiger Demon? So it even has a name. No wonder the two purple talismans we struck it with didn’t leave a scratch! But to tell the truth, I saw him once in Magu Village. He’s a corpse fiend modified by two old acquaintances of mine.” I replied.
I was a bit perplexed. Shen Zhaoxi pointed at his own temple, making a gesture that clearly suggested Qin Dongli had gone completely mad.
I rushed straight at the Masked Buddha. “No! If you kill Luo Shi, then I’ll die with her!” Nearly mad with desperation, I charged forward.
Resting my forehead on my hand, I allowed myself a moment of vulnerability. Then I lifted my head, got up, hauled two suitcases over, and carried them into the bedroom, placing them in the corner by the wall.
“Transposition is when the soul among the three spirits is exchanged, whereas rebirth by body-snatching is when all three spirits are completely transferred to another body,” Miaomiao explained.
“General, don’t blame yourself too much. Who could have expected it? Who would’ve thought Yang Xiu would abandon Cat Village and double back, heading straight south to Nanjing?” Wang Chonggu’s face was filled with remorse, no less than Dong Zhen’s, but he managed to keep his wits about him, and so offered Dong Zhen consolation.