Chapter 250: Chapter 250
[To hell with his fearless attitude! That dog of a man can really put on an act!]
Yun Ran internally scoffed at him for a moment, casually plucking a wild grass, and used it to poke his hair.
"Hey, Nangong Mo, I advise you not to test my patience. Get up quickly, or I will really bury you alive!"
Nangong Mo glanced at the grass in her hand, his tone cool and slightly eerie, "Lin Wanyue, you know, my legs are crippled. I can’t stand."
"And yet you press a cripple this way. Doesn’t your conscience hurt?"
Yun Ran rolled her eyes at him, "Come on, I know you’re faking it! I’m giving you a chance to admit it now, better seize it, or else..."
Nangong Mo lightly raised an eyebrow, with interest, "Or else what?"
Yun Ran let out a sinister smile, tearing the grass in her hand into two, "I’ll show you what it means to be vicious in the martial world!"
"Alright, I’m quite interested in seeing that."
[Dog man! Are you not going to cry until you see the coffin? Really think I won’t bury you?!] Google seaʀᴄh 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⁂𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⁂𝓷𝓮𝓽
Yun Ran gritted her teeth and directly found a shovel, "Fine, since you’re so stubborn, I’ll make your wish come true!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Yun Ran started to shovel the dirt back into the pit.
She worked swiftly, the shovel flying up and down, and in no time, the dirt reached Nangong Mo’s knees.
Nangong Mo looked down at his situation, his lips barely twitched.
Is this little girl serious?!
Yun Ran shot him a cold glance and continued burying.
Am I really going to be buried alive?
In the distance, the hidden guards watched this unfold with varied expressions.
"Isn’t something going to happen to the master? Should we go up and stop it?"
"No need, no need! Didn’t you notice our master is enjoying it?"
"Really? I can’t see it. If the princess doesn’t stop, the master will really get buried!"
"Tsk! You haven’t even held a girl’s hand, what would you understand? This is flirting between the master and princess, don’t you get the fun?"
"What? Not convinced? Dare to bet three pounds of beef? The princess definitely won’t bury the master!"
"Come on, place your bets, everyone place your bets."
Even with the dirt over his knees, Nangong Mo remained composed, as if he was not in a pit but sitting leisurely, gazing at the clouds, exhibiting an inexplicable elegance and calmness.
Yun Ran looked on, grinding her teeth in hatred.
[This bastard, is he sure I won’t really do anything to him?!]
[So confident and fearless! So infuriating!]
Nangong Mo’s lips curled silently: Yes, I’m betting you won’t have the heart to!
Yun Ran paused the burying, glaring at him in hatred, "Nangong Mo, are you dead set on not getting up?"
The man looked at her, with a fleeting sadness and loneliness on his handsome face, "It’s not that I’m unwilling, but I really can’t get up."
Yun Ran: "...Fine then!"
Soon, Yun Ran gathered many branches and wild grass, making a circle around the pit.
Nangong Mo sitting in the circle: "..."
Why do I suddenly have a bad feeling?
He pressed his thin lips together, watching Yun Ran add branches and grass, "Lin Wanyue, what are you doing? Learning how to build a nest like a bird?"
[Build a nest? You bird!]
Yun Ran sent a chilling glance, grinding teeth in the dark, "Building a kennel for you! A self-heating kennel!"
Then, under Nangong Mo’s stunned expression, Yun Ran took out a fire starter and set those branches alight.
Yun Ran didn’t even look at him, taking out a fan and fanning the flames, the wind fanning the fire, hot waves directly hitting Nangong Mo.
The man’s handsome face was rigid, his mouth twitching, "Lin Wanyue, is this what you call self-heating?"
Are you sure it’s not self-cooking?!
Damn girl! Seems like she had planned this ahead, even bringing a fire starter and a fan!
Yun Ran, holding the folding fan, fanning once, then again, the fire wasn’t huge, but each time she fanned, a puff of smoke would fly towards Nangong Mo.
After a while, Nangong Mo was nearly brought to tears by the smoke.
In the distance, the hidden guards were almost shocked dumb.
Each one stared wide-eyed at their master ’in the pit of fire,’ sighing endlessly.
"Oh my gosh! This... should we rush up and put out the fire?"
"Extinguish it? Are you sure he wouldn’t burn you out if you rush up?"
"With our master’s martial skills, even a thousand soldiers can’t hold him back, let alone a half-man fire pit."
"Seems... right. But, the master is getting so smoked out..."
"He chose it! If he really wanted to come out, it would just take a blink."
Yun Ran raised an eyebrow, glancing at Nangong Mo, "Are you getting up?"
Nangong Mo, looking resolute, "No."
"I’ll fan, I’ll fan, I’ll fan!"
"I’ll fan, fan, fan!"
"Will you admit you’re Yun Mo?"
Just then, Feng Xuan appeared like a dawn in the darkness, "Master, Princess, Ding’an Marquis is here to visit."
Yun Ran turned to look at him, not remembering who he was at the moment, "Ding’an Marquis?"
"Replying to the princess, Ding’an Marquis is Zhen Fantong’s father."
Oh, it’s the father of Fantong!
Feng Xuan silently glanced at his master, secretly wiping a drop of cold sweat from his brow, "Princess, Master, do you two wish to go over now?"
Yun Ran shot a dark glare at Nangong Mo, smiling at Feng Xuan, "You first invite Ding’an Marquis to sit in the flower hall, the Prince will join after refreshing himself."
Feng Xuan glanced at his master in the pit of fire, "Princess, maybe I should help put out the fire before going?"
"No need, you go ahead."
Yun Ran waved him off, then took out an aquamarine bottle from her sleeve and, opening it, sprinkled the powder in a circle around the flames.
The once blazing fire instantly extinguished.
Feng Xuan’s eyes flickered with surprise and admiration.
The princess really has a lot of strange and wonderful things up her sleeve!
No wonder she dared to set the master on fire! There are no lingering concerns!
After Feng Xuan left, Yun Ran personally dug Nangong Mo out from the dirt.
Once out, Nangong Mo’s first words were, "The pit was actually quite comfortable. I hadn’t had enough of it, and you already helped me out?"
Hearing this, Yun Ran almost couldn’t resist kicking him back into the pit.
"Since you’re so reluctant, why don’t you just dig a pit in the yard tonight and sleep there?"
"That won’t do, I’m sleeping in your bed."
Yun Ran finally couldn’t hold it, slapping his head, "Nangong Mo, don’t think it’s over. This won’t end until you admit it one day."
At this, the man gently blinked, with a face full of expectation, "This time it was water, soil burial, and fire. What about next time? What will it be?"