38. Double-Layer Pastries

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Yan Xiaxia always felt that whatever Nan Sheng had asked her to touch probably was not anything good. Nan Sheng’s thought process was rather abnormal, after all, so she did not bother asking.

“That’s fine, then. You go ahead and take care of things. See you tomorrow.” Su Rou got out of the car, closed the door, and waved goodbye to Ye Kai with a smile.

Some observant guests noticed that although there were indeed many people attending, nearly all of them were from the industry—professors and experts, for the most part. Not a single relative or friend from either Ye Feng’s or Su Ning’s side could be seen. It might have been understandable if the two of them simply had no friends and had invited none, but not even their relatives had come?

After all the Manchu officers and soldiers had descended from the city wall, an officer came over and spoke in a low voice.

Ye Kai was overjoyed. He pulled a vibrating phone from his spatial ring, and to his surprise, the screen showed that Qin Bing was calling.

Unable to resist his curiosity, Yaoyue reached out and touched his chest. Her brows lifted slightly. The muscles that looked so well-proportioned felt extraordinarily firm, and even without doing anything, she could sense the strength within them.

Although she was somewhat surprised, Yan Xiaxia was still delighted to see Nan Sheng and Leng Xi finding their own way of getting along.

Eunuchs preferred peace and quiet and disliked boisterous scenes. Wu Zongrui was the Left Vice Censor of the Office of Scrutiny and the Governor of Denglai, the highest-ranking official in the region. His appearance to accompany Gao Qiqian already demonstrated sufficient regard.

Ningning’s big eyes lit up at once. She was such a clever little treasure that if she still had not understood what her father meant after hearing this, love really must have lowered her intelligence.

“Anyone entering the city must pay ten taels of silver. If you want to sneak in, you’d better ask the blade in my hand first.” The captain of the soldiers watched the people entering the city like a hawk, afraid that some fool might try to slip inside unnoticed.

“To answer the general, fewer than five hundred cavalry remain. But Jieli has already sent men to summon the troops,” Kang Sumi replied.

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Qin Aofeng had completely lost faith in her. He soaked a bowl of soup and, with a bitter expression, forced himself to pick up his chopsticks. He was not enjoying the food at all; his stomach was simply so empty that he had no choice but to swallow these barely edible dishes to fill it.

“Don’t worry. We still have plenty of time. We won’t go on until Class One has finished performing!” Meng Huo said, pretending to be relaxed, though in truth he was extremely nervous as well.

Compared with Huaxian Animation’s previous animated films, this one had an even greater appeal. Kung fu and pandas were both things the people of China took pride in. Combined, the two would create an explosive impact.

Han Qiu’s tears flowed inward. Ah, if only he had known, he should have made My Sassy Boyfriend instead.

Ye Chen had never heard of him, however, and merely listened. Ye Chen also introduced himself briefly, without going into much detail. Xu Qiao, it seemed, had never heard of Ye Chen’s name either, and that left Ye Chen somewhat disappointed.

“Heh heh, I surrender, all right?” Yuan Zhize was utterly defeated by my twisted logic and hastily tucked in his tail, seeking peace with me. The coachman seemed to have heard our conversation and deliberately slowed the carriage, giving us more time to wander through that marvelous sea of lanterns.

“You’re his wife?” Sweat poured down the back of the shopkeeper. Wonderful—after so many years in business, he had never encountered anything like this. His attempt to be clever had completely backfired.

“Wonderful!” Anyone would have praised their own self-propelled artillery for performing so brilliantly.

“Have you ever thought about entering a competition?” Bu Hui took a sip of Lulu and asked the question directly.

At the same time, “Mr. Zhuge” “could not help” emerging from the shadows, staring intently at the peanuts on the ground. Wasn’t this the way the old man had originally taught him to arrange their signal?

Nong Xue clenched her teeth and swallowed the painful moan back into her throat, stubbornly refusing to make the slightest sound.

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Only then did Ye Ge notice that although the monk had handsome features, his complexion was waxen and seemed unhealthy. Ye Ge frowned, but still returned the monk’s smile.

But could Du Bian’s body perhaps be a good choice? In particular, there had originally been another blank soul inside Du Bian’s mind—the soul of Du Xian, the former owner of this world—and that soul had now been removed.

What Xu Renguang meant by not defending was merely that he would not provide coordinated defense; he was not abandoning defense altogether. All he had to do now was guard against Shan Shuren while devoting his full strength to attacking. That would be enough.

Her father had lorded over his tiny domain for too long, and his thinking had grown extremely narrow. Ji Piaopiao had no way of explaining herself to him at all.

Although his magical power was considerable and he had withdrawn from her dream in time, anyone entering another person’s dream could suffer the host’s rejection. In minor cases, their internal energy would become unstable; in severe cases, the host might kill them within the dream.

“What’s wrong? What are you laughing at?” Wu Mei stared at her in confusion as she laughed so hard she could barely stand upright, unable to understand what she had said that was so funny.

She had rarely gone to bars, and she had never expected to encounter something like this the moment she came to one. What was she supposed to do? Was she really going to let this man do whatever he pleased? A figure suddenly appeared in her mind. Perhaps if he were by her side, he would certainly protect her.

If you were in her situation, you would have remarried or taken a concubine long ago. Yet you still cannot let her go, and that means Wang Xirui’s life was truly worthwhile. As for you, Cheng Yanzhong, you have fulfilled your duty as a husband. I will go with you, then—but tonight belongs to your remembrance of Wang Xirui.

Anna had a very frank and outgoing personality. She had thoroughly enjoyed watching Zhao Yong compete, and that was why she had extended this invitation.

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