A Dream of Transmigration

Chapter 99

Unexpectedly, she would be able to see the ancient scenery of Lanling. Lin Feifei became excited and her eyes lit up: "That's great! You can also go home and visit. Uh, by the way, you haven't been back for a long time, right? Don't you miss them?"

"Them?" He was taken aback.

"Your parents, no, I mean your parents, who are the members of your family..."

After a while.

He suddenly turned around: "I'm going up the mountain."

"Should we wait for Fuyue Stone?" Lin Feifei stood up and looked out the window, somewhat worried. "That Baiyue Suxin Orchid Soul is very powerful..."

His eyes flashed, and he interrupted her: "How do you know these things?"

“It’s okay that Yang Jianfei said it, I won’t tell anyone,” she rolled her eyes at him, then immediately showed excitement again, “Perfect, he and his master will be there, you two can join forces and beat them.”

silence.

She seemed to remember something and pulled him aside, saying, "That Su Xin Lan, if they want to kill it, could you put in a good word for it? It didn't harm us last time, so it shouldn't be too bad."

Thinking of Silver Fox's fate, Lin Feifei still felt a little sad. Yang Jianfei was certainly not the kind of person who was wholeheartedly "exorcising demons and monsters," but his master was another story.

His icy eyes watched her silently.

"Actually..." Lin Feifei rolled her eyes again, unable to resist probing, "Uh, senior brother, I also want to see what that Five-Colored Moon-Subduing Stone is..."

"I'll show it to you when I get it."

"real?"

He nodded, and seeing the light in her eyes, his cold gaze softened with tenderness.

"Senior brother, you're the best!"

"Just looking at the treasure is enough; with my limited skills, how could I dare to be there in person!" Lin Feifei excitedly patted his shoulder, but her smile froze on her face.

—Did I see that right? Those pale, well-defined lips seemed to have curved slightly now.

"I need to borrow your Mystic Purple Stone."

"Uh, okay," she snapped out of her daze, immediately took the amethyst stone off her neck and handed it to him, somewhat puzzled, "Didn't Master say you had one too?"

"We need them all."

"Oh," Lin Feifei nodded, then became extremely worried, "Then be careful, do you need me to go help you?"

After a while.

"Stay here, don't leave."

"Uh? Okay."

Lin Feifei agreed, somewhat puzzled. Where could she go by herself at night? Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at him with amusement, but then she froze.

Those icy eyes surprisingly held a hint of a smile.

"Wait for me to come back."

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Night falls, at the ancient temple.

Buddhist temples, Zen monasteries, stone pagodas... everything is bathed in a clear, bright light. Although it is on a mountain, the Mid-Autumn Festival atmosphere remains strong, but it has a more desolate feel than in the city.

It is clearly a joyous festival for family reunion, yet there is more sorrow in the world than usual. If you don't believe me, just look through the poems and prose of the Tang and Song dynasties; many of the famous works throughout the ages are filled with sorrow.

suddenly.

A nimble shadow swept over the high wall, disappearing into the shadows of the eaves like a fish.

"Tonight the moon is bright, and everyone gazes at it; but whose heart is filled with autumn thoughts?"

Looking at the moonlit courtyard, he sighed softly, a slight smile playing on his lips, and murmured, "Which room is it? Masters, please don't mistake me for a thief."

After saying that, a graceful swallow swept away and flew over the eaves.

Transmigrating Through a Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio: Chapter 42 - The Beauty of the Mountain and the Moon

Inside the window.

A familiar figure sat at the table, a teapot and several teacups in front of him, seemingly lost in thought. His long, flowing hair cascaded down his back, shimmering like a waterfall in the moonlight.

"Fortunately, it's not too hard to find," he said, sitting on the tree and gazing at it contentedly for a while. Suddenly, his long eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Although it's a festive occasion, it easily evokes many emotions."

Sure enough, no sooner had the words left his mouth than the person inside the window began wiping his eyes.

He sighed, and was about to leap down—

To everyone's surprise, she suddenly looked very upset and angry, pointing at the teapot as if she was muttering something.

"...It's not really like a confession..."

"...I don't care about me..."

"...He went to Deyilou, didn't he, you pervert..."

Gradually, his phoenix eyes narrowed.