Chapter 197: Chapter 197

Although I’m speechless, it actually makes a lot of sense?

Looks like the key is real.

With the key in hand, Yun Ran felt a little smug and couldn’t help but poke his chest, "Your true face is about to be revealed! Any last words?"

The man blinked gently. His tone was a bit innocent, "You’re not really going to kill me to silence me, are you?"

"No, your life is not worth as much as Silver! I’m going to sell you to Qingfeng Building to make a fortune."

Looking at the young woman in front of him with a smiling face like a flower, Nangong Mo silently gritted his molars: Great! He really was worth less than Silver!

Yun Ran continued to poke his chest with her fingers, "Look at you, with such a good figure, you’d probably be in high demand in that place."

"Maybe it won’t be long before you meet a tragic end."

"It’s actually quite pitiful when you think about it!"

The little rascal not only threatened to sell him but also mentally tormented him !

The man took a deep breath, looked down at the little hand causing trouble on his chest, and spoke in a cool, eerie tone, "Lin Wanyue, don’t you want your little paws anymore?"

Yun Ran snorted and rolled her eyes, "You’re still so arrogant in this situation? Can’t you have a bit of a prisoner’s awareness?"

With that, she poked him a few more times forcefully.

"Poke you to death! You’re the dog here! No, even dogs would despise you! Poke! Poke to death!"

Yun Ran tormented him for a while longer, until her ten fingertips turned red, before stopping. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the NoveI★Fire.net

She was ready to take off his mask and poke his face.

Key in hand, she moved behind him, lifted his hair, and stood on tiptoes to find the lock hole.

Yun Ran subconsciously held her breath, inserted the key, turned it gently...

This sound was like music to Yun Ran’s ears.

But in the next instant, the duck in hand flew away...

The man pressed the mask with one hand and flew ten meters away, quickly locking the mask while glancing at Yun Ran’s stunned face.

His lips curved slightly, smiling in a particularly infuriating way, "Lin Wanyue, are you surprised? Unexpected?"

Yun Ran stood in place, her slightly wide eyes filled with disbelief, her expression as if struck by lightning, disheveled in the wind.

Until the man stood in front of her again, his slender fingertip lightly lifting her chin, he laughed teasingly, "Oh! Did you become foolish?"

Yun Ran suddenly snapped back, slapped his hand away, "Bastard! You tricked me again!"

"Wrongful accusation, I didn’t. Just now, I was indeed immobilized by your pressure points, otherwise, I wouldn’t have let you toy with me for so long."

The man’s eyes were full of innocence, but his smile was like a fox that had stolen a hen, both gleeful and irritating.

Yun Ran looked at him, her gaze cool, lips pursed without speaking.

If a gaze could kill, he would have been shattered to pieces by Yun Ran’s look!

"Lin Wanyue, you’re not unaware that there’s a type of martial arts mental method that can shift pressure points, are you?"

Yun Ran was startled, but then remembered she had read in ancient texts about such methods.

Generally, those with profound inner strength can forcibly open their acupuncture points, but they would suffer backlash, as minor as severe injuries, as severe as snapping their meridians.

That kind of method can mobilize the inner breath to temporarily change the positions of meridians and acupuncture points without harming oneself, quite sophisticated.

But hasn’t that been lost for hundreds of years?

Suddenly, someone tapped her head, "So? Do you now think I’m amazing? Feeling full of admiration for me?"

Yun Ran rolled her eyes, "Petty person, get away from me!"

"Now you want me to stay away? Just now, who was it that was all hands on me, taking liberties, acting recklessly?"

"Alright, I’ll scram immediately."

"Earlier, I caught a fish in the river. Do you want soup? Braised? Steamed?"

"Stew you with the fish."

Glancing at the man’s departing figure, Yun Ran sighed deeply, her heart full of tears.

Just a little bit more!

From reading books, I concluded a rule: villains die from talking too much!

If, after sealing his pressure points, I had said nothing extra, just ripped clothes, took the key, and unmasked him!

Would the result have been different?

Yun Ran only sulked for a while before reigniting her fighting spirit and chasing into the kitchen.

The man was holding a fan in one hand, adding firewood to the stove with the other, and when he saw Yun Ran, he smiled, "Hungry?"

Yun Ran walked over, bent to pick up a piece of firewood, and the man instantly drifted a meter away.

"Lin Wanyue, I’m cooking here, not committing a murder for money."

Yun Ran rolled her eyes at him, added firewood to the stove, "I’ll make the fire, you go buy a pot of wine."

"Peach Blossom Brew, Zhuang Yuan Red, Thousand Days Drunk, any will do."

The man raised an eyebrow, looking at Yun Ran with suspicion, "Why, all of a sudden, do you want to drink?"

Yun Ran pointed to the moon, "The moon tonight is beautiful. Drinking with the breeze beneath the moon, isn’t it one of life’s great joys?"

The man touched his chin, "Is that so?"

"Are you going or not? If not, I’ll go myself!"

"Going, going, I’ll go now!"

Look, the little girl is anxious! Drinking beneath the moon? Maybe the intention isn’t really the wine?

Nangong Mo laughed and instructed her:

To stay put at the bamboo house, don’t wander off, in case she gets lost or carried off by wild animals and such.

Also, to wait for him to come back to cook, to prevent her from burning down the house.

Yun Ran picked up a pot lid straight away, her gaze full of menace as she looked at him, "If you don’t go, you don’t need to go anymore."

It wasn’t clear where he went to buy the wine, but he returned much earlier than Yun Ran expected.

Not only did he buy all the wines she mentioned, but he also brought back small sugar figurines, candied hawthorn, and her favorite sugar-roasted chestnuts.

Yun Ran’s gaze moved over his legs with a hinting raise of an eyebrow, "Your legs are quite swift, back so soon?"

"Yes, worried you’d be carried off by wolves, I didn’t even dare to stop when beauties tried to chat me up on the way."

[Scoundrel who can’t stop blathering nonsense!]

The man placed the candied hawthorn into her hands, "Eat this first, the meal will be ready soon, okay?"

When he walked into the kitchen and lifted the pot lid, he was stunned for a moment, turned back to look at the standing Yun Ran at the kitchen door, and uncertainly asked, "Roasted... fish?"

Before he left, it was clearly half a pot of soup...

Yun Ran tugged at the corners of her lips, "Accidentally... the water... boiled dry..."

The man was silent for a moment, pressed his fingertip lightly against his brow, "It’s okay, water ran out, as long as the house is still there."

The moonlight shimmered, a long wind swept a thousand miles.

A few small dishes for drinking were set on the bamboo table outside the door.

Yun Ran picked up two glass cups, poured half a cup of Peach Blossom Brew into each, and pushed one cup toward Nangong Mo, "This one’s yours."