Chapter 55 He Went to the Moon-Gazing Pavilion

Surrounded by a crowd of attendants, Mu Shu'an boarded the sedan chair at the manor's entrance.
Just as Song Tang was about to turn back, she felt as though someone was watching her.
Song Tang turned to look in that direction, but knowing no martial arts, she saw nothing out of the ordinary.
Mu Changxiao evidently sensed something was amiss as well and followed Song Tang's gaze.
A figure flashed past swiftly, instantly vanishing into the bustling crowd.
Mu Changxiao frowned. Who dared to pry right under his nose?
With a light step, he crossed three paces to the door of the secret chamber, reaching out to give it a gentle push. He felt the door meet with resistance, and his fingers slid down the gap from top to bottom, suddenly stopping near the lower middle section.
Luo Shunchen took her hand, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze, bringing a profound sense of security to Ji Ruyan.
Han Jingxuan gathered her wits and continued walking forward, only to feel the shadowy figure behind her following closely once more. Desperate to shake off the eerie sensation, she sprinted forward frantically until, breathless and unable to run another step, she leaned against a nearby wall, gasping for air.
This concerned the future prospects of the entire sect, leaving him with no choice but to consider the matter with utmost seriousness.
There had been no NPCs from the very beginning. Every single character in this game was backed by a living, breathing human being. It was essentially a game of hide-and-seek, with one side playing the ghost and the other playing the prey. They slaughtered each other in complete ignorance until one side emerged victorious or both perished together.
"I accept your challenge," Lu Yu muttered to himself. At that moment, it suddenly occurred to him that the game's instructions had mentioned two players. Yet, until now, the other player had never shown up.
At the mere thought of that foodie's invincible style of eating, three dark lines involuntarily formed across Ji Ruyan's forehead.
A living hell. These four words were the most fitting description for the inn's main hall at this moment.
Thus, Yao Beibei stared fixedly at Bai Ziming, scanning him up and down repeatedly, from head to toe and toe to head, trying to figure out what kind of transformation he had undergone. Was he a god, a demon, an immortal, or a monster? Ghosts had already been ruled out by her, seeing as Bai Ziming could walk freely under the sun.
Si Yue was her sovereign first, and her husband second. Strictly speaking, she could not even be considered Si Yue's wife. While the title of imperial concubine sounded prestigious, according to the strict rules of aristocratic households, she was merely a concubine.
Unless forced by absolute necessity, he would never have crossed paths with her in a lifetime. Since a mistake had been made, it needed to be rectified immediately, steering everything back onto its original track before any irreparable derailment occurred.
"I remembered him, I didn't miss him! Who would miss him?" Helan Yao gave Su Jingyu a rare, disdainful glance.
Ten Thousand Fragrances—true to its name, it was a famous café in Yunchuan. In the past, she had loved coming here because the moment she stepped through the door, she would be greeted by an intoxicating blend of various coffee aromas that utterly captivated her.
However, Bai Ranran's desire to escape did not mean Ye Junru was willing to let her flee. Bai Ranran's current behavior was already highly abnormal, and Ye Junru believed that avoidance could solve nothing. She was terrified that one day Bai Ranran might harbor self-destructive thoughts and do something even more drastic, at which point the situation would truly spiral beyond control.
On several occasions while they were dining together in the living room, she could not help but raise her eyes to steal glances at him, only to immediately lower her gaze and pretend to eat the moment he looked up.
If it were anyone else, Ji Xinian would not have bothered, but he held deep respect for his grandmother.
Smith felt his analysis was entirely spot on. Ahem, deciding everything unilaterally without ever consulting others' opinions seemed somewhat improper, though! But who was Smith? He was a renowned research expert who had conducted countless experiments throughout his life, garnering numerous trophies and honors, and this very research institute was built with his massive financial investment.
Before she could say a word, her stomach suddenly let out a loud rumble. She froze, and then her face flushed completely red.