Chapter 9: Remarriage (Nine)

"Good..." Ling Miaomiao replied tersely

Where is father

Under what circumstances is it necessary for a powerful demon catcher to use their own blood to draw runes

"Good, good, let's go." His voice trembled slightly

Miss Ling appears to be lost in thought. Mu spoke up, startling Miao Miao; his expression was somewhat gloomy. Are you still thinking about something troubling?

He was not angry, and raised his head: "Oh? What do you mean by that?"

The ends of the hair are slightly dry and yellow, curling upwards.

It seems that the favorability and memory of the Black Lotus indeed reset every day

Outside, the sounds of battle echo, and the light of the torches transforms into bright clusters outside the window, continuously brushing against the windowsill as it slips by

The almost imperceptible scent left by Ling Miaomiao gradually gathered around him, slowly being purified and amplified. The aromas of mugwort and forget-me-not were filtered out, and a strange, alluring fragrance emerged, making it difficult to discern whether there was still a hint of sweetness beneath it.

The face that had slightly cleared up was once again shrouded in clouds.

Ling Miaomiao's heart skipped a beat

Didn’t you say that I could just call you Miaomiao?

Although Mu Sheng does not like Liu Fuyi, he has to admit that Liu Fuyi is an outstanding demon catcher. Before meeting Mu Yao, he had the ability to act alone without relying on any teammates. In addition to being extremely fortunate to possess the Nine Xuan Demon Catching Tower, his skills are exceptionally high, and he has a nine out of ten chance of defeating the demons he encounters with a single strike.

It turns out she was overly concerned. He raised the corners of his mouth with excellent composure and said, "Miss Ling has misunderstood; I was merely expressing concern."

Walk quickly. Never look back again

Ling Miaomiao could no longer bear it: "Mu Sheng, are you... experiencing intermittent amnesia?"

The night wind howls

Mu Sheng lowered his head, with two strands of dark hair belonging to Ling Miaomiao wrapped around his hand

Is it not her

Miss, please take it off; this clothing is no longer suitable to wear

I... I have urgent matters to attend to. I will come back to talk with Young Master Mu after I finish my tasks. Ling Miaomiao walked out in a daze, eager to bask in the sun as soon as possible

The sound of footsteps trailed behind her at a leisurely pace, the silver-threaded qilin totem embroidered on her long boots reflecting the light menacingly, as a shadow with broad shoulders and a narrow waist fell upon the bluestone pavement

"Why do you have the leisure to seek me out?" No matter how Ling Miaomiao looked at him, he seemed like a harbinger of misfortune. Fear and anxiety compelled her to speculate wildly, and her pace quickened.

"You say I have amnesia..." Mu Sheng's voice echoed behind her, carrying a chilling smile. "Has anyone ever told Miss Ling that you are also a person with two faces?"

The county magistrate's face was pale, the flesh on his cheeks trembled loosely, and beads of cold sweat dripped down along his temples: "... let me take another look at you."

The girl shrank into the folds of the robe, her face suddenly filled with terror

Did you say that our Taicang County has been affected by a disaster

Mu Sheng raised his head

She smiled and waved her hand, signaling her to go away, her smile bright and harmless, as if she had just made a clever yet innocuous joke

Ling Yu, a delicate young lady who cannot even tolerate a single thread knot, why would she embark on that perilous journey that does not belong to her alongside the main characters

The servant, with his head bowed, gritted his teeth and whispered. Following his gaze, one could see a pair of feet clad in brand new Shu embroidery silk shoes in the inner hall, the soles spotless, lying there motionless.

"Good." The county magistrate raised his face, a glint of resolute severity flashing in his eyes, and forcefully pushed the girl, as slender as a hemp stick, away from his embrace. The latter fell into Liu Fuyi's arms, crying.

Mu Sheng's face bore no expression, and her movements could be described as elegant, yet they resembled the stillness that precedes a storm.

Unfortunately, such indifference is even more maddening than a sudden act of violence.

Miss, there is no need to worry, it is nothing. She pouted and said, "Doesn't the Wanjiang River flood the levee every three to four years? In any case, it won't reach us here."

Liu Fuyi carried her on his back, and that fiery ball gradually condensed into a small dot, receding in the field of vision

He took out a fragment of the talisman paper from his sleeve, and with two fingers, he drew a few strokes in the palm of his hand. Several streams of indistinct airflow, resembling flowing clouds and mist, surged towards the talisman paper

A trace of surprise and doubt flashed across Mu Sheng's face

Immediately, a familiar scent swept over— it was the strong fragrance of willow silk clothing.

Miss Ling? he chuckled, his eyes dark and glistening, unfathomable.

Miao Miao pushed the door open, and there stood Mu Sheng outside. Soft light fell on his jet-black hair, and the tied-up hair swayed gently in the breeze

"No more talking." She said with a stern expression

The night in the nightmare

The governor of Taicang County held the disaster relief funds, using half to repair the dikes, while the other half quietly disappeared. Even a fourteen-year-old girl knows this so clearly, it must be an open secret among everyone in the governor's office.

Miss

Ling Miaomiao couldn't help but ask the system, does the favorability of the black lotus reset every day? Why has Mu Sheng, who was originally supposed to progress on a normal path, suddenly become so sarcastic?

Ling Miaomiao turned her head slightly in surprise and said: "A couple of bumps, this shouldn't matter, right"

The people of Fuchun smile as they guard this secret, living openly and generously in an era of peace and prosperity

Master, it has been taken care of

Miao Miao lowered her head to tie her shoelaces, suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable as she twisted her back: "Why does it feel a bit tight?" The maid lifted her clothes to take a look and was startled: "Ah, your back is all red."

The maid was taken aback, her face showing a look of panic: "... Miss?"

Because almost no great demon can break through the talisman drawn in blood by Liu Fuyi

The crimson upper garment subtly revealed her back, the vibrant color concentrated all the sunlight, while the white skirt shone dazzlingly. She turned a corner past a lush cluster of flowering trees and vanished from sight

Ling Miaomiao is trying on her new summer clothes in her bedroom

Of course it matters. The maid gently helped her take off the upper garment, carelessly tossing it aside, and sighed, "If it weren't for the flooding in Wanjing, which washed away half of the spinning farmers' output, the annual tribute would have been produced without issue. Why would the young lady need to make do with flawed yarn?"

He extended his left hand, and the delicate strands of hair were glossy and black, with the ends forming a perfectly even cut

That is a cold cruelty, which, beneath the disguise of a smile, still cannot help but emit a few strands of chilling stars

However, there is one point he did not get wrong. The main characters live in a bizarre and fantastical world, while their original self, Ling Yu, leads a tranquil life. They are essentially two distinct lines that intersect at a point, only to quickly diverge and move further apart.

Feel free to ask whatever you want... Why play dumb? Miao Miao, feeling irritated, also became more aggressive.

Ling Miaomiao, unable to care for the pain, felt anxious in her heart: "You... do you have something to say to me?"

In the study, conversing with the people from the palace

Mu Sheng seemed like a ghost, effortlessly catching up to her. He reached out and embraced her from behind, leading her to a cluster of massive Taihu stones.

The west wing, concealed behind the lush pines and cypresses, is dark, damp, and cold, standing in stark contrast to the vibrant colors of spring that fill the garden

The gaze of Mu Sheng fell upon the edge of the shattered talisman paper, his cold fingers brushed against it, feeling a jagged and uneven fringe, which seemed less like the result of a great demon's shattering and more akin to being torn by human hands

The talisman burned away half in his palm, while the remaining half continued to strive to attract the airflow, drawing in a sweet and cloying scent, mingled with the aura of the talisman paper

Mu Sheng looked seriously at the palm of his hand, falling silent for a moment. These few minutes felt like several centuries, his heart anxious like Ling Miaomiao, feeling that in the next second, Mu Sheng might suddenly erupt in violence.

The situation is urgent, and we strive for safety

The main door was breached, and a line of dark figures surged into the house. At the same time, the dark blue roof suddenly erupted with flames, which burst forth from the gaps in the doors and windows, quickly transforming into a raging inferno.

Immediately afterward, the remaining half of the talisman paper struggled for a moment before turning to ash. He paused briefly, then casually placed Ling Miaomiao's hair onto it, slowly drawing in the aura from her body

He waited attentively, surprisingly harboring a hint of tension

The girl sobbed softly: "Father..." as she threw herself into her father's embrace, his clothes soaked through with warm sweat

After a long time, a fine, fragmented hair floated in from afar, gently landing in his palm like a feather, precisely resting above the talisman paper

Faint sounds filled with wild joy came from outside: "The master is in the hall, come quickly with me!"

It seems that Young Master Liu's sachet is quite effective He spoke each word softly and gently

Her fingers skillfully examined the fabric, feeling a few slightly hard protrusions deeper inside, and she complained unhappily: "What is going on this year? Even the gauze with lumps can be selected."

Can a water mirror possess such great power?

Mu Sheng raised his right hand, delicately pinching a barely noticeable hair, and examined it closely in the light. The sunlight illuminated his drooping eyelashes, casting a faint shadow beneath his eyes

Liu Fuyi's complexion was pale, and for a moment, she fell silent

I drew a talisman at the entrance of Yao'er, I didn't expect... Liu Fuyi once explained this to him, but before she could finish her sentence, he interrupted her with a surge of resentment, "What didn't you expect? Is it that you can only think of it after Sister dies?"

Miao Miao was taken aback, her steps halted as if she had been startled, and she turned around abruptly: "What is wrong with me now?"

The pale pink upper garment is very thin, feeling soft and fluffy to the touch, with shiny silver threads woven into the fabric, subtly revealing smooth skin beneath. When the maid adjusts the collar, her fingers brush against her bare neck, causing her to laugh incessantly

A hint of familiarity and an old-fashioned mystery appeared on that youthful face, "When has the palace not sent down silver to repair the embankment? Every time silver is sent..." She smiled and winked, "Miss will soon have beautiful new fabrics for her clothes."

They are right here

The light suddenly dimmed, and this corner was damp and cramped, with only the glaring light seeping through the smooth stone cave. He roughly let her go, and in the process, he snagged a few strands of her hair.

His smile is chilling: clearly, it is the face of youth and brightness, yet the pair of bright eyes harbors a hint of suppressed emotion

What are you doing? Ling Miaomiao brushed past him and deliberately maintained a slight distance from him

Miao Miao cursed the black lotus flower in her heart and lifted her skirt to leave

Liu Fuyi is not a conceited person; his thoughts have always been meticulous. If he were to draw symbols with blood, it would not be difficult to understand why he could confidently leave Mu Yao alone in the room without feeling the need to watch over her

Mu Sheng smiled at her: "Miss Mu, it has been a few days since we last met. Has your insomnia been cured?"

The Wanjiang River spans the southern part of Taicang, nourishing this land of fish and rice, and it is also the lifeline of shipping. Ling Miaomiao does not quite understand why such an important lifeline flooding, which reportedly washed away houses, does not seem to concern her at all

Miss Ling was joking. Mu Sheng's eyes were unfathomable, completely different from the frustrated youth by the chessboard that day. "Ziqi is merely a guest; a guest should behave like one. How could it be appropriate to be impolite to the county governor's daughter?"

I will go find him right away