A Dream of Transmigration

Chapter 96

Yang Jianfei looked at her in surprise, his expression solemn: "Since it has already abandoned its orchid form, how can it become an immortal? It will only become a demon, and I'm afraid it will cause a catastrophe in this world."

"Catastrophe?" Lin Feifei felt a chill run down her spine. "You're here to stop it?"

"You didn't know?" he began to doubt.

"Of course I know, but Master asked my senior brother to do it without telling me."

"..."

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Upon entering, Lin Feifei saw the white figure in the courtyard and immediately went to greet him: "Senior Brother?"

Her icy gaze flashed, then she coldly looked at Yang Jianfei beside her.

Lin Feifei then realized they didn't know each other and was about to introduce them when Yang Jianfei had already flashed his signature wicked smile, clasped his hands and said, "So it's Brother Lingyi. I am Yang Jianfei. I have long admired your name. It's a pleasure to meet you."

After a while.

Ling Yi ignored him completely and turned to go back to his room. Yang Jianfei was stunned, and his expression gradually turned grim; he had probably never been treated like this before.

Lin Feifei quickly explained, "My senior brother doesn't like to talk, and he often ignores me, so please don't mind him."

moment.

He looked at the nervous Lin Feifei and actually smiled slightly: "How could I get angry so easily?"

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A white figure stood motionless by the window, eyes forever half-hidden behind eyelashes gazing into the distance. The mountain wind was always particularly strong before nightfall, causing the white garments to tremble slightly.

Lin Feifei slowly moved closer: "Senior brother?"

silence.

"What’s wrong with you?"

There was no response.

Lin Feifei was a little confused, wondering what she had done to offend him.

"You like orchids too, don't you?" She pointed to the fan in his hand, trying to make conversation. "Why do you look at it every day? Is it because of the story of Young Master Lan and Miss Su? It's very touching." She remembered that he liked listening to stories from Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio.

"You like it."

"Huh?" She understood and nodded. "I do like orchids."

After a while.

His icy eyes suddenly stared directly at her: "You two know each other?"

"Us?" Lin Feifei thought for a long time before finally understanding who he was asking about. She patted his shoulder with admiration, "You're absolutely right! His name is Yang Jianfei. He really knows Taoist magic. He even saved me just now."

"save?"

“It’s in that pavilion over there. We went there last time. There’s a pine tree next to it, remember? There was a… fox trying to harm me,” Lin Feifei said, her face flushing again. “Luckily, he came out and scared it away.”

His gaze turned cold.

“Fox,” he murmured, turning his face away, “don’t go too far in the future.”

Lin Feifei nodded hurriedly.

If it weren't for Yang Jianfei today, I would have been in real trouble!

A long silence followed.

The vegetarian meal must have arrived by now. Seeing that he was no longer speaking, Lin Feifei was about to turn around and go back to her room when he suddenly turned his face back and said, "Don't stay with him."

"What's wrong?"

"I don't like you two being together."

After saying that, he turned his face back to look out the window.

Lin Feifei was stunned.

He doesn't like it? What does that mean? Could it be...? Don't overthink it. He's always been aloof and doesn't like to talk to people. Or maybe it's because he doesn't like Yang Jianfei...

Transmigrating Through a Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio: Chapter 41 - For Whom Do We Grieve?

On the mountaintop, the crescent moon hangs like a hook.

Under the hazy moonlight, a streak of silver light flashed silently like lightning. In the blink of an eye, a rather handsome man appeared on the large rock at the summit. His silver-white robes fluttered in the mountain breeze, and his captivating eyes, reflecting the moonlight, shimmered with a bewitching luster.

The moon is crescent-shaped.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching," a gentle and intoxicating voice rang out, making one feel weak all over. "With the Five-Colored Spring appearing in the world, Old Man Song and his men are probably going to fight tooth and nail this time. How interesting!"

As he spoke, his handsome face, like a child's, revealed a mischievous and gloating expression.

Just then, a cold voice suddenly rang out.

"It turned out to be a silver fox."