"Oh!" Han Ye slaps his forehead and anxiously says, "How could I forget the most important thing! Jun Shang, Miss Muyan has already woken up, and has already returned to the courtyard next door. "
"What?!" Di Ming Jue abruptly stands up, glaring at Han Ye with a devouring gaze, "Why didn't you stop her?"
"No, it's not!" Han Ye doesn't have time to be afraid as he continues, "Miss Muyan said that in order to thank Jun Shang for saving her life, she personally cooked and prepared dinner for you. It's already time for dinner, Jun Shang, do you think …"
"Wait for Ben Jun to come back, then I'll punish you for your crime!!" Di Ming Jue throws down a stern shout, and his figure instantly disappears.
Such an important matter, and he's only saying it now!
Han Ye is left with a bitter face, silently lamenting as he watches Di Ming Jue's disappearing figure.
Xiuxian Continent is still better. Yanwu Continent is too scary, let him go back!
Woo woo woo!
= = =
In the evening, the setting sun is like a fire.
The courtyard behind Junji Drugstore is quiet, without a shadow of a person.
However, a candle was already lit in one of the rooms. As the candlelight swayed, it reflected the silhouette of a graceful figure inside.
Di Ming Jue composes himself, then pushes the door open and enters.
He sees a round table and wine in the room, as well as a young girl gently plucking the zither strings with a distant expression.
The moment he sees Muyan, Di Ming Jue sucks in a mouthful of cold air, followed by a slightly disordered heartbeat and breathing.
Muyan's usual attire is deliberately to make herself appear mature.
But this evening, she seems to have just taken a bath.
A head of soft ink-black hair drapes over her back, the dense steam making her beautiful complexion even more ethereal and otherworldly.
Just like an orchid in a secluded valley, isolated from the world, yet with a fragility that makes people yearn to protect, and a charm that they long to pluck.
She's only wearing a white dress.
Her waist is tightened with a belt of the same color, making it look slender, like a weak willow swaying in the wind.
The delicate collarbone that is slightly exposed, and the white, almost transparent ice skin, makes Di Ming Jue's mouth even more parched. A burst of heat frantically leaps down his body.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Muyan lifts her eyes, a pair of eyes flickering under the candlelight, "Jun Shang has finally come?"
Di Ming Jue takes a step forward, inadvertently arriving in front of her.
The door behind him closed on its own.
One of them raised his head and the other looked down. As their eyes met, there seemed to be a strange flame burning between them.
"I said, call me by my name!" Di Ming Jue opens his mouth, but it's this sentence.
That persistent tone and child-like stubbornness makes Mu Yan want to laugh.
"Alright, Di Ming Jue. Aren't you here to eat? Don't you want to see the food I prepared for you? "
Di Ming Jue purses his lips, thinking: Ben Jun wants to eat you even more!
But Muyan actually said that he had personally prepared the food for her, so he naturally couldn't disappoint her.
There was a round table in the middle of the room. On the table, there were seven or eight bowls and plates.
Each plate was covered with a porcelain bowl.
Beside the lid of the porcelain bowl, there was still faint steam coming out. Clearly, as Mu Yan had said, it had just been prepared.
However, when Di Ming Jue opens the lid of the bowl –
Even with Jun Shang-daren's grave and calm demeanor, he can't help but be struck dumb at this time.
Only to see that the food on the plate isn't some delicacy that looks, smells, and tastes good. Instead, it's a black, charred lump of some unknown substance.
The most frightening thing is that the juice flowing at the bottom of the plate is actually a terrifying dark green color.
One by one, the lids of the bowls are completely opened.
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