77 Chapter 77 (Two in One)
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Luo Le's face was filled with devastation, and she almost knelt down and hugged Ye Ping'an's thighs and cried out loud. She couldn't stop looking at Tu Shansui.
Help, Consultant Tushan, help!
Tushan Sui was confused:?
Did this investigator have an eye twitch?
It has been confirmed in the previous arrest by the Investigation Bureau that the ghost controllers affected by [Tai Sui] will be unable to harm Ye Ping'an when the hidden danger breaks out.
But the environment here is clearly abnormal, and Tai Sui is likely here. The danger from the monster itself cannot be compared with the danger caused by its influence.
Only after confirming that the falling debris had dissipated did Tu Shansui relax the grip on the small tablet in his hand.
Tu Shansui thought for a moment and said, "I'll check the 'vegetables' in the warehouse."
"Then I'll trouble Tushan. I'll go with you."
Ye Pingan breathed a sigh of relief. "Let's do this for now. I'll make as many dishes as I can, and then I'll talk to the client about buying new dishes."
I guessed it would be a mess before I came, but I felt relieved when I saw the wedding celebration decorations at the door. It was too early to relax.
Obviously, the food from outside is not useful.
Fortunately, Ye Ping'an received the news last night and contacted the supplier and made some preparations in advance. He should be able to catch up.
But the wedding banquet was limited, and the warehouse hadn't been checked yet. After looking at the dishes outside, she directly said she wanted to buy new ones. If you didn't know, you would think she was taking kickbacks.
Seeing the food in this state, Ye Ping'an was disgusted with the people who had just stolen food from the kitchen.
"What a good job you guys have done... why are you all pretending? Clean up the table first! Do you need me to teach you how to take out the trash?"
Before she finished speaking, the "pregnant woman" was the first to move. Her long red "robotic arm" swung softly, clearing a large area of the countertop in two swishes.
The fresh-looking vegetables were torn and tattered and swept into the open garbage bag. The umbilical cord group retreated as if afraid of being contaminated by something.
Ye Ping'an pushed open the door of the warehouse on the side of the kitchen, and cold air floated out in the form of white mist.
The man in the suit and the baby were pushing the cart on the left and right, seemingly ready to move the baby.
The warehouse looked well-organized, strictly sealed, and cooled, but the condition of the food was not optimistic at all.
The meat in the freezer is all spoiled, and the shelves are filled with delicious food, but...
Finally, Tu Shansui identified which vegetables were not affected and pointed to a shelf in the corner. "This is the only one."
"It's less than a hundred kilograms of radish and cabbage in total..." Ye Ping'an rolled his eyes.
Eat whatever you have. Throw the usable vegetables onto the cart and make two trips to transport them all.
The man in the suit and the baby were holding the stroller, their bodies stiff, but the stroller was moving very fast.
Ye Ping'an looked around the crowded warehouse and sighed softly.
Even though the ingredients were not from her own garden, her heart still bleeds.
What a waste! What a waste!
"Are you okay?" Tu Shansui asked in a low voice.
Ye Ping'an has always been full of energy - smiling is energy, and angrily dealing with ghosts is also energy.
But that moment just now was different, like sadness and regret.
Is it because of the food?
Tu Shansui thought for a moment, picked up a radish, quickly drew a pattern on the skin with his fingernails, and handed it to Ye Ping'an.
"Look, the radish is blooming."
The white radish head is scratched with shallow lines, resembling a magnolia bud about to bloom. The strokes are simple, yet enough to capture its charm.
The radish is refreshing and slightly spicy, with a slight moisture emanating from the surface. It is a very fresh radish.
"Tushan, you have quite the artistic talent! It's beautiful."
Ye Pingan was amused and waved his hands, "I'm fine, I just can't stand it... On the first day I started learning cooking, my family told me to cherish food. So many good ingredients, and they just spoiled, tsk."
Ye Ping'an picked up the remaining radishes, making sure none were left out, and strode towards Tu Shansui, "Let's go, let's cook. The food in the warehouse is so bad, who knows if there's aflatoxin or fungus? There were news reports about unlucky people who inhaled fungal spores and got mold in their lungs. Staying in this place for too long is bad for your health!"
Tu Shansui took the cabbage that she couldn't put down and looked back.
The area Ye Ping'an walked through seemed to be shielded by an invisible glass shield. Spores filled the warehouse like dust, and mycelium grew wildly, yet he could never get close. He forced his way through a passageway, under the influence of the warehouse's Tai Sui.
If we equate the strange "spores" with fungi, Ye Ping'an is absolutely right.
Tu Shansui closed the warehouse door and was greeted by a small knife and two carrots.
"Time is tight and the task is heavy. Please help me carve some radish flowers and arrange them on the plate. I'll treat you to dinner later after the dish is done!"
Ye Pingan didn't give anyone a chance to refuse and left immediately. Passing by a pool where someone was mechanically washing vegetables, he slapped the water ghost on the back of his head.
"I told you to tie your hair up! How can you eat the food if your hair is stuck in it? Do you have any sense of public ethics in the restaurant industry?"
The pale face with disheveled hair twisted back and was glared at by Ye Pingan. "No rubber band? Can't you use a cloth bag without a rubber band? Okay, don't move. After touching your hair and vegetables, you still have to wash your hands. I'll tie it for you."
Ye Ping'an tied his hair into a small bun, even the fluffy hair was tucked into his temples. When he put on the chef's hat, not a single strand of hair was visible, making his hair look neat and tidy.
As he spoke, Ye Ping'an casually tidied up the water ghost's dripping hair and wrapped it twice.
A large mass of messy hair wrapped with a random rag immediately turned into a common hair bun, all piled up on the head. At first glance, it looks like a head x2
The pale face was pressed down by half a head and almost fell into the basin of water.
Ye Pingan stopped with satisfaction, "Wash the vegetables well!"
"And you! Those who are peeling are peeling, those who are chopping are chopping—"
Ye Pingan was furious when he saw the cabbage being chopped by the paper man standing on the sign. "God damn it, your knife skills are so bad, and the cabbage is cut into such uneven sizes. How can you still be a professional worker?! The cabbage must be dead with regret! Your hands are weak, you can use a grater to grater it, right? Hurry up!"
Ye Ping'an's eyes were wide open with anger, and he made the whole kitchen spin like a top.
The strange creatures that had been fighting in a ball not long ago, grinding their teeth and sucking blood, now huddled together like quails, completely ignoring the living people around them. They mechanically repeated their movements and prepared the food in a very professional manner.
...It seems that the ones who usually kill people invisibly according to the rules of killing are no longer them.
Even though I knew it was impossible, an absurd thought still came to my mind:
Could Boss Ye's orders truly control the strangeness to the point of transforming it into a righteous state? Wouldn't that mean there's hope for a peaceful resolution to the strangeness's resurgence?
The investigators were in a daze and hurried to work before Ye Ping'an glared at them.
Seeing the sauce Cheng Yi had prepared, Ye Pingan finally showed a more positive expression. "Okay, go get some plates. Divide the snacks we brought. I don't need to teach you how to arrange them, right?"
“Okay, boss!”
Well, it’s better to use the people you bring with you.
Cabbage and radish, radish and cabbage, vinegar cabbage, shredded radish, radish flowers, cabbage rolls...
No matter how much you think, it will be difficult to come up with new ideas if you don’t have enough ingredients.
Radish and cabbage are very suitable side dishes for stews, soups and stir-fries, but if there is no main ingredient, you can't have radish soup and cabbage stewed in the main dish, right?
I was able to make six different dishes thanks to the seasonings and sauces I brought from the store.
Ye Ping'an finished it quickly in a hurry and handed it to Cheng Yi to start arranging the dishes.
I separated out six small plates as samples and prepared to take them out to discuss with clients.
After all, wedding banquets require dishes to be served in pairs, and even ordinary banquets do not serve odd numbers of dishes.
Knock knock.
There was a knock on the tightly closed kitchen window, and a figure slowly walked out from the dark shadows outside the window.
A slow, vague voice came from outside the window, "The feast is about to begin... Please take a seat..."
Ye Pingan:?
The kitchen is still busy preparing the food, who will serve them the meal?
Ye Ping'an quickly opened the window, and the darkness outside the window suddenly lit up with light.
Before daybreak, strings of colorful lights dotted the entire wedding platform like a string of tiny stars. It was romantic and beautiful, but the light was ambiguous and dim, illuminating only the outlines of the banquet tables on either side of the red carpet.
Tables and chairs for guests stretched from the resort entrance all the way to the front of the small villa. Although there was no noise or bustle from the guests outside, the empty tables and chairs had silently been filled, as if a large group of people had appeared out of nowhere.
Blurry figures sat at the round table, quietly gazing at the red carpet in the middle. Everyone was about the same height, weight, and build, like puppets copied and pasted to fill the space.
There were three plates on each table. The lighting was too dim, and with the warm white light from the kitchen, Ye Ping'an could only vaguely see that one of them looked like a pig's head.
The woman in a pink dress, with similar facial features to the previous one, stood outside the kitchen window, smiling and urging, "The meal is about to begin... Please take a seat..."
The music of the wedding march drifted in from a distance, at a very low volume. Playing in the open air, it not only lacked the cheerful joy, but also had a bit of creepiness.
The background wall of the ceremony platform blocked the end of the red carpet, and from the small villa behind it, it was impossible to see the platform clearly.
But there were two things that Ye Pingan understood immediately:
The wedding, which usually takes place at noon or evening, started early and no one informed her!
The client not only asked her to cook, but also seemed to have hired another team of chefs - otherwise, where did the meat dishes on the table come from?
The client's wedding banquet was weird from beginning to end. Having two chef teams was not strange, but having no communication or notice was wrong.
I've heard that when wealthy families fight, their brains can be turned into dog brains, and if you're not careful, you'll fall into the trap. Maybe there's more than one group of people preparing for the wedding?
With his experience of watching short videos and reading online articles, Ye Ping'an could think of a series of reasons for asking for a refund with his eyes closed, such as "Others can do it, why can't you?", "The Xile Hotel is just so-so", "Why did you get five million?", etc.
Fortunately, she was quick and served six dishes, so she was not blamed.
"I'm such an honest businessman, why would anyone try to trip me up?"
If you don’t want her to cook properly, she won’t even want to prepare a banquet!
Ye Ping'an got straight to the point. "Most of the ingredients I have are spoiled. I can only make six cold dishes out of the eighteen dishes for now, and I need to buy more ingredients. I've contacted someone, and the supplier has a warehouse in a nearby city, so it's still in time for an emergency delivery. Do you still need me to prepare a banquet for the customer?"
The woman in the pink dress grinned, her smile ripped to her ears, but not a drop of blood remained. She repeated, "The feast is about to begin... Please take a seat..."
Ye Ping'an shook his phone. "You didn't need me to do this, so I recorded it. I've fulfilled my responsibilities, so there's no reason to ask me for a refund."
Woman in pink skirt:?
Ye Pingan sighed, "Jiang City's public security has just improved. I thought the anti-fraud measures would no longer be useful... but it seems they are still somewhat useful."
Five million yuan was used to make six dishes, and more than thirty tables of snacks with cold dishes were provided.
She makes money!
There is no need to teach the client's stupid relatives how to do the work, and there is no need to rush to make up for the client's mess.
She made a lot of money!
There are other chef teams in charge of wedding banquets, so there is no need to tarnish the reputation of the Xile Restaurant with this mess...
She made a lot of money!
After unloading the burden, Ye Ping'an felt relaxed all over. He directed Cheng Yi to put the plated dishes on the cart, carry it out the window and put it down.
The woman in the pink skirt outside the window didn't move, just stared at her.
Ye Pingan was puzzled and pushed the cart. "Why are you standing there? Go deliver the food!"
If other chefs make it, it's theirs. If she makes it, she has to serve it up! Otherwise, people will think she's just there to eat.
The cart pushed the woman in the pink dress who was blocking the window, and she turned and pushed the cart into the darkness.
The blurry figures in front of the banquet tables were swaying, and at the nearest table, the three dishes on the table turned into nine.
The woman in the pink dress sent the cart away and stood back in front of the window.
The woman's voice was like a stuck machine, repeating the same words intermittently. She repeated it so many times that the voices overlapped and the tone changed.
"Please take a seat... Please, please, come to the table..."
"We have to have a seat at the table, right?" Ye Ping'an pointed speechlessly at the overflowing banquet table. "These are all guests invited by customers. If there's no place, then there's no place. We can eat in the kitchen. We can still watch the ceremony from here."
The woman in the pink dress stared at her blankly, as if unable to react.
"By the way, you are the client's relatives and friends, do you want to go out and have dinner?"
Ye Ping'an turned around and glanced at the kitchen.
In the kitchen, he repeated his fake movements, looked sluggish, and when asked to "get out", he nodded immediately.
"Let's go." Ye Ping'an pointed out the window, "There's nothing else to do in the kitchen anyway."
As soon as he finished speaking, several weird creatures rushed towards the open window like tigers that had been pardoned and escaped from their cages, and almost collided with each other and started a fight in front of the window.
Luo Le subconsciously wanted to stop him: What if we let the weird go?
But seeing Ye Pingan standing calmly, she put her heart back into her stomach. Boss Ye made the decision, and Consultant Tushan didn't say anything. Should it be... okay?
The strange creature fled in a hurry and rushed out of the window, bumping head-on into the woman in pink skirt standing in front of the window.
There was no crash, no scream or wail, only a thick chill that suddenly rose. The darkness emanating from multiple twisted figures erupted outside the window, silently and instantly covered by strands of mycelium.
The ghost mother's umbilical cord flew like countless tentacles, accelerated to the window, and suddenly braked, avoiding becoming the next weird thing covered with mycelium.
The soil next to the kitchen wall rolled over, and all the monsters that had just rushed out were swallowed up, leaving only the woman in the pink skirt.
But upon closer inspection, the pink-dressed woman's skin was unusually pale. Not even pale, more like... mycelium.
Luo Le took a breath of cold air.
All the weirdness was captured and swallowed by [Tai Sui]?
"What's wrong? Why are you so jumpy?" Ye Ping'an turned over the small stool in the kitchen and found that there was only one figure left outside the window.
She curled her lips and said, "If you don't use such a big door, you have to take an unconventional route when you go out. I heard that you can avoid work. They ran away so fast and disappeared."
Ye Pingan looked at the "pregnant woman" standing in front of the window and asked considerately, "Do you want to go out through the window too? Can I help you?"
Ghost Mother:?
The "pregnant woman"'s eyes widened with hidden resentment.
Before she could shake her head due to her stiff joints, Ye Pingan held the ghost mother under her arms and carried her out the window.
Move lightly and quickly, "Eat well, drink well, and walk well!"
The umbilical cord and the squashed baby dragged behind, scratching deep indentations into the kitchen wall.
The ghost mother fell out of the window and stopped struggling immediately. She swung her umbilical cord like a propeller and ran away.
The pink-dressed woman's body split in half, turning into a snow-white substance composed of mycelium, tightly grasping the ghost mother.
The soil outside the window was churning, and the hyphae stuck together, like the sticky fungal blanket of an alien nest, swallowing up the struggling figure.
Ye Ping'an's gaze had already shifted, and he looked at the investigators who were nervously staring out the window, "You want to go out too?"
Luo Le and the other two shook their heads like rattles, "No no no no no!"
"Then wash your hands and sit down to eat." Ye Ping'an smiled at the woman in the pink skirt outside the window, "You should go eat too."
Woman in pink skirt: ...
The lower half of the pink-dressed woman's body was completely connected to the ground. Clusters of mycelium rose from the cracks. The mycelium was wriggling in front of the open window, and spores were rising like dust.
But I still couldn't take a step forward.
Deep in the underground mycelium, Tai Sui slowly opened his eyes and looked at the withered spots on his body with a sinister expression.
Only one step away, he would reach the state where Tai Sui was him, and he was Tai Sui. All the mycelium here was an extension of his limbs, and the parts that were injured and consumed by struggle would also be reflected.
"Hmph... You've eliminated so many of my influences in succession, Ye Ping'an, how much longer can you hold on? Do you think stalling for time will be useful? [Tai Sui], but the longer you persist, the more subtle influence it will have on your existence. No rush, no rush, then let my extended part have some fun with you."
The mycelium surged up.
In the kitchen, Luo Le looked at the window frame that was turned into a coiled hole by mycelium, and silently distanced himself from the "woman in pink skirt" outside the window who had become half human and half fungus.
The corner of her eye twitched as she put down the folding table. "Boss Ye, I'll serve it. Please sit down."
Six cold dishes, a dim sum platter, and a pot of cabbage and radish soup.
The extremely simple ingredients, after being prepared by Ye Ping'an, unexpectedly have the refreshing taste of lotus flowers emerging from clear water. When paired with the carved flowers, despite the lack of variety, it can be sold as a high-priced vegetarian banquet.
As we all know, no one can starve the cook.
The small table was placed directly in front of the window, with six people occupying three sides respectively, leaving the window just empty.
Ye Pingan sat down leisurely, smiling and waving at the woman in the pink skirt, "You want to eat too? Come on, come in and eat. Give us some of what's on the other tables!"
The woman in the pink skirt stood frozen in place, the mycelium swaying in the window.
Ye Ping'an's face suddenly turned sour, "Not coming to dinner? No meat? Well, I heard that if you don't get any souvenirs at a wedding, you'll at least get candy. I worked so hard to cook so many dishes, but I don't even get to eat meat.
"There's nothing here. Why are you blocking the window? Our bill has just been settled. If you want to cook again, you'll have to pay extra! Move aside, move aside. You're blocking my view of the wedding!"
Ye Ping'an leaned over, pulled open the woman in pink skirt, pushed her to the edge of the window, and sat back in his original position.
"Come, come, Tushan, sit down. You've worked hard. Come and eat."
Ye Ping'an patted the small stool beside him and greeted him.
While eating, she looked out the window with great interest, "The wedding really started now! I haven't seen a wedding yet. Be quiet, be quiet, and watch the ceremony."
It was still dark outside the window, but I could vaguely see a bride with a red veil slowly walking towards me from the starting point of the red carpet in the distance.
Tu Shansui took a quick glance, then looked away and looked at Ye Ping'an, "Your family..."
Ye Ping'an touched his nose and said, "Well, the wedding I watched in the video is different from the wedding banquet my family took me to. When the restaurant opened the banquet, the diners kept fighting for the food. This is because I haven't seen it in person."
"It sounds lively." Tu Shansui tried to imagine the scene of the Xile Restaurant being fought over, tilted his head to look at her, and suddenly smiled, "I like your food now, too."
His eyebrows were relaxed, his expression melted, his white hair fell softly beside his ears when he tilted his head, and his upturned fox eyes were like a pair of small hooks.
Ye Pingan was dazzled for a moment, then proudly puffed out his chest, "Of course! This is a craft passed down from my ancestors!"
There were white fragments floating in the air outside, probably fallen petals.
As the music played, more and more people gathered around the bride.
Unlike the unremarkable guests at the table, the bride was surrounded by people of all ages, young and old, as if they were many individuals split from her body.
Ye Pingan looked at them for a long time, then suddenly realized, "No wonder they ran so fast, it turns out they were here to accompany the bride."
"This family's wedding ceremony is... a little, uh, unique. According to the 'wedding ceremony,' it should be held at dusk, right? I've watched so many videos of wedding preparations, but this is the first time I've seen a wedding in the early morning with a group send-off."
Ye Pingan was fascinated by everything strange on the wedding stage. He ate a few more mouthfuls of food. "Is this a fusion of ancient and modern? Or a local specialty? Or a new trend?"
Tu Shansui: ...
Although he was not very clear about what modern weddings were like, judging from the investigator's twitching face, it should not be like this.
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Ye Pingan asked curiously, "Tushan, what do you think the wedding will be like?"
Tushan Sui's ears suddenly turned red.
"Tushan, Tushan used singing and dancing to win the marriage, and ended it with courtship..." He answered stutteringly, his voice getting smaller and smaller.
Ye Ping'an's eyes lit up like two light bulbs. "Hey, tail? Are you talking about the Tushan clan in your novel? Tushan, you know how to sing and dance? Will the fox accompany you?"
"Will...right?"
Tu Shansui looked away embarrassedly.
Many years ago, he was the last surviving member of the Tushan clan and the smallest fox.
His mother and sister hadn't had time to teach him singing and dancing, and Tushan's talent was only discovered later, stumbling upon it. The only thing he knew clearly was the responsibility for the monument left by His Majesty Xuanyuan.
But he is a member of the Tushan clan, so he must maintain the dignity of the Tushan clan.
The ends of the soft white hair are slightly curled up, and its owner looks a little nervous.
Hmm, it looks a bit like a fox with its fur standing on end. Does the fox resemble its owner, or does the owner resemble the fox?
Ye Ping'an stared at Baimao, his hands ready to move.
"It's coming." Tu Shansui's nervous voice suddenly calmed down.
The dim lights outside the window were blocked by the shadows of people. The groom held the bride's arm, and people of all ages walked hand in hand and shoulder to shoulder.
A group of people crowded at the window, staring inside with expressionless faces, bringing an invisible sense of oppression.
The bride and groom held hands and held up a small white house, which looked like a villa model. The doors, windows, flowers and plants were clearly visible, and the details were exquisite and three-dimensional, just like a real house in scaled-down form.
But the roof is particularly round, like a... like a mushroom.
They smiled and said in unison, "We're married. Look, what a cozy and beautiful home! Come move in. It's very cheap."
The smile was gentle and firm, as if he could see through people's hearts, certain that they would never resist, nor be willing to resist.
Their smiles were like a bunch of fake people copied and pasted together. Luo Le's hair stood on end and he got goose bumps. "I'm almost experiencing the uncanny valley effect."
Complaints aside, as the investigator in charge of the investigation, Luo Le keenly felt the unusual temptation from the house model.
I really want to have a house. A home of my own.
Cheng Yi thought in a daze.
The white house in Cheng Yi's eyes was no longer a model in her hands. Outside the window was clearly a beautiful villa, the perfect home she had always dreamed of. Just nod and she could move in.
The increasingly chaotic thoughts suddenly stopped.
I wasn't afraid of being driven away, or bullied. This wasn't a "home" where I could be arrested by my crazy parents at any moment, nor was it a temporary dormitory at school, nor was it a soft chair in a store...
In the store?
Subconsciously stopping his forward steps, Cheng Yi stood there, torn between his conscience and his desires.
A familiar voice came to my ears, "Congratulations on your wedding! I wish you two a long and happy marriage! Hey, you are in sales, you didn't forget to sell the house when you got married, you are so dedicated! This is the small villa in the resort, right? It is also your property?"
Ye Ping'an walked forward with interest and looked down at the white house.
The moment she lowered her head, the bride and groom's long bodies appeared like a piece of open white silk net, covering her head. However, their swollen surfaces still retained human-like facial features, staring at her intently.
"?" Ye Ping'an heard the voice, raised his hand to support his "head", and when he looked up, he saw two big faces almost touching each other.
The white and powerful palm was plain, with some snack crumbs on it, just enough to wipe the groom's forehead.
The mycelium, which had clearly already captured Ye Ping'an's hand and was rapidly engulfing both the strange creature and the living, seemed to have suddenly lost its power. The twisted and deformed "head" could not lower itself even a centimeter.
Tu Shansui stood beside Ye Ping'an, holding the small stele in his palm.
Luo Le held Cheng Yi, and the investigators, one on each side, completely protected her back, preventing the food in the garbage bag from sprouting new mycelium and colluding with the outside world.
The investigators' alert was instantly completed, and the stalemate outside the window remained motionless.
Ye Pingan tutted his words, "I know you're anxious, but you have to take it one step at a time. Are you stretching your neck to pull me out? If you give me a good introduction, I'll go see the model room again. Come on, tell me about the advantages of your house."
I am not very satisfied with this business, but it cannot erase the generosity of the customer in paying me.
Just for this one item, Ye Ping'an would be happy to listen again.
...Five million is given as soon as it is said, and the discount on the house sale must be high!
Ye Ping'an rubbed his hands happily. "Actually, I've wanted a yard for a long time. It's a pity that you can't just buy other shops and renovate them in the commercial street. The rooftop can only be renovated a little bit to make it a nursery, otherwise it will easily have load-bearing problems. Is your villa not far from Jiang City? How big is the yard? It would be better if the area given is larger. I can grow some food and flowers, build a cellar to store gold, and raise some chickens, ducks, and furry animals..."
Luo Le was surprised.
What a simple wish! Is Boss Ye so strong because she has returned to her roots?
But wait, if we’re going to give away a yard, what should we build a cellar for?
How did Boss Ye manage to be both greedy and extravagant?
After confirming that [Tai Sui] could not affect Ye Ping'an, Tu Shansui's brows softened and he quietly stood behind Ye Ping'an.
The monster that devours life will not imagine the future, and those who are madly pursuing power will not be satisfied with just a small courtyard.
She is as lovely as ever as she imagines the future.
Hmm... The Investigation Bureau seems to have said that the mountains where he was sleeping before theoretically belong to him.
Shouldn't it be enough to open up a few courtyards? But it's a bit far from Jiang City, why not try the mountains here instead?
Ye Ping'an and the bride and groom stared at each other for a few seconds, and their anticipation turned into confusion.
The face made of mycelium trembled stiffly and instinctively tried to retreat.
The extended part of [Tai Sui] did not continue to wither and seemed to be frozen.
Tai Sui deep underground felt something was wrong, frowned, and urged the "mycelium" to move forward.
The "bride and groom and their relatives and friends" crowded forward, and the white silk screen almost covered the entire window.
But their postures were very twisted, as if they were trying hard to get closer, and then trying hard to lean back, almost twisted into a pretzel on the window.
A chill rose, and the whispers in the shadows intensified.
Ye Pingan was completely unaware and, without waiting for a response, he exclaimed in shock, "No way? With such a meaningless slogan, you're pretending to be a real estate salesperson?!"
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