Fox Spirit: One Sword Sweeps the World

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He suddenly covered his mouth, and blood seeped out from between his fingers, dripping onto the ground and blooming into dazzling blood flowers.

"It's not...good...it's...evil!"

He gritted his teeth, almost shouting, his eyes slightly red, his once clear pupils now bloodshot.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips. This flawless young man, at this moment... had a flaw.

Dongfang Guyue looked at Wang Quan Shouzhuo, who was resting with his eyes closed, and spoke with a hint of worry in his voice.

“I think…you’ll regret it later…for letting him be so indulgent right now.”

Wang Quan Shouzhuo slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the courtyard outside the warm pavilion.

"If you regret it, so be it. It would be terrifying if a person had no weaknesses."

He raised his hand to pick up the hot tea on the table, the rising steam blurring his features.

"This guilt, this struggle, is his weakness, but also his bottom line. With this bottom line, he won't completely lose his way, and he won't become the kind of person we all fear."

Dongfang Guyue fell silent. Looking at the deep meaning in Wang Quan Shouzhuo's eyes, he sighed softly.

"Really... old friend, you're going a bit to extremes..."

"Like you said at the beginning, I'm getting old..."

Chapter 46 Do whatever you want

"Rongrong, Rongrong! Where have you been? Come here, come here and have a taste!"

Tu Shan Ya Ya's voice was cheerful, her eyes full of anticipation, "My newly made pastries are so delicious that you can do whatever you want with them!"

Tu Shan Rongrong was checking the accounts from the beginning of the month when she heard this, and the beads on her abacus paused. She sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation.

She slowly got up, her skirt brushing against the ginkgo leaves, and followed the sound towards the kitchen.

To do whatever one pleases...?

Ya Ya's understanding of "words" is always so original.

As soon as she turned into the kitchen, an indescribable smell wafted into her nostrils, and Rongrong instinctively held her breath, her steps faltering in place.

This…this smell…why…is so familiar…

She looked up abruptly and saw Tu Shan Ya Ya holding a white porcelain plate in both hands. The plate contained several clumps of grayish-black, sticky substances, with a strange sheen on the surface.

It looked like a lump of meat that had been soaked in water for three days, sticky and soft, lying limply at the bottom of the plate, without even a proper shape.

Rongrong frowned slightly, her tone full of exasperation, "Are you sure this is... a pastry?"

She pointed to the food on the plate.

Ya Ya, unaware of anything amiss, excitedly handed the plate to her: "Of course! I followed the recipe, but... I think I put in too much sugar, and I accidentally poured in soy sauce instead of vinegar."

As soon as those words were spoken, the smell became clearer—a mixture of the cloying sweetness of burnt food, the salty tang of soy sauce, and an indescribable fishy and muttony odor.

"Where exactly is it...?"

I remembered it, I remembered it all.

This smell is just like the stinky, stuffy smell that Rongrong smelled when she accidentally wandered into a ditch where dung beetles gathered when she was a child.

She couldn't help but turn her head away and gently cover her mouth and nose with her sleeve.

The words of refusal were already on the tip of his tongue, but when he looked up, he met Tu Shan Ya Ya's bright, sparkling eyes.

There was an undisguised expectation in her voice, which made her swallow back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

Her Adam's apple bobbed slightly as she suppressed her inner resistance and managed a fairly natural smile.

"Okay, sister, I'll try it."

Rongrong's voice was gentle, "But I haven't had much of an appetite lately, so I'll just eat a little bit first to taste it."

She emphasized the words "a little bit".

"it's okay no problem!"

Tu Shan Ya Ya clapped her hands, her eyes shining even brighter.

"You'll definitely want more after you eat it, and the plate will be empty in just a few bites! This is my masterpiece, which I've been working on all morning. The heat and seasoning are just right!"

Where do you get your confidence from, sister?!

Rongrong silently screamed in her heart, maintaining a smile, her lips twitching slightly.

She picked up the bamboo chopsticks next to her and used her fingertips to apply slight pressure so that the chopsticks didn't shake too much.

I'll just eat a little... I shouldn't... die, right...?

I carefully pinched a small amount off that sticky substance.

Then she slowly raised her hand, closed her eyes, as if she had made up her mind, and put that little bit of "pastry" into her mouth.

This taste...this taste...!

The taste is like scraping the slimy mucus off a toad, roasting it half-charred over a fire with chunks of coarse salt, and then finally dousing it with a large spoonful of octopus ink.

The five flavors of bitterness, spiciness, and saltiness clashed in her mouth, each twisting and pushing towards its extreme, making her question her very existence as a fox.

She couldn't even believe that something like this could actually exist in the real world, rather than being a nightmare scenario.

In a way, you're a genius, sister!

The ability to combine ingredients to create such a flavor that transcends physiological limits is probably unparalleled in the world.

Rongrong felt as if she were experiencing an 8-magnitude earthquake, her internal organs churning, but she clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself to maintain a calm facade.

Smile...smile...

"It tastes surprisingly good."

She tried her best to make her voice sound sincere, and even nodded slightly, but then subtly changed the subject.

"It just looks like we didn't make enough. Sister Ya Ya, why don't you go and send some to Sister Hong Hong first? Such good stuff should be given to her to try."

At this point, she emphasized her words and looked particularly serious, "Remember, you must wait until Sister Honghong has eaten it before you can eat it yourself, otherwise the unique flavor will dissipate and it won't be fresh anymore."

"Haha, Rongrong, don't worry!"

Tu Shan Ya Ya's eyes narrowed into slits from the praise, and she patted her chest, causing a surge of emotion.

She laughed heartily, "I made a whole pot of this, and it's in the big clay pot in the kitchen. It's enough for us to eat for several meals!"

"But you've reminded me, I need to hurry and send some over to my sister so she can praise my cooking skills too!"

Stealing...stealing the young?!

Tu Shan Rongrong's pupils suddenly contracted, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She subconsciously pursed her lips, but when she thought that Sister Honghong hadn't "experienced" it yet, if she were to expose herself now, all her efforts would be in vain.

She could only swallow back the gasp that was about to come out, and continue to maintain that slightly stiff smile.

"Then go quickly, sister. Sister Honghong will definitely like it."

She waved to Tu Shan Ya Ya and watched her skip and hop out the door.

The moment the door clicked shut, Rongrong's smile vanished without a trace.

She covered her mouth and almost staggered towards the trash can in the corner of the yard. The nausea churning in her stomach was unbearable, and she was about to vomit out what was left in her mouth—

"Rongrong, if you haven't had enough, there's still plenty left in the pot. Shall I get you some more? Huh? What are you doing?"

Tu Shan Ya Ya's voice suddenly came from behind, and Rong Rong's body instantly froze.

She could even feel the food she had just spat out still hanging on the tip of her tongue.

Without thinking, she abruptly raised her hand to cover her mouth, forcing herself to swallow the food back down. A physiological spasm shot through her throat, and her eyes instantly reddened.

She turned stiffly, deliberately raised her head, and looked out the window at a 45-degree angle. Two clear tears uncontrollably slid down her cheeks, and her voice trembled slightly.

"No, nothing... It's just that these pastries are so delicious, I was just thinking... I'm so happy to be able to eat things made by my sister."

"Hehe, I knew you'd like it!"

Tu Shan Ya Ya was completely unaware of her strangeness, and smiled with her eyes crinkling, "Next time, I'll research new flavors for you!"

After saying that, she remembered her business and ran off like a gust of wind, leaving Tu Shan Rongrong standing there alone, watching her back. The churning in her stomach and the despair in her heart intertwined, and even her tears flowed more fiercely.

Tu Shan Rongrong couldn't remember the last time she had cried, but today, she shed two lines of clear tears.

She will never forget this day…

She squinted slightly, a glint of blue light flashing in the corner of her eye.

She turned her head and saw a blue-covered book sitting there quietly.

"Oh? This is..."

"Want to catch one... Wow... Interesting..."

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Chapter 47 Incompetent…

Tu Shan Honghong looked at the plate that Ya Ya held up in front of her, and her Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

The "pastries" on the plate were grayish-black and sticky, like black mud splashed on the bottom of the plate, and they even had a faint sheen of oil.

Just looking at it made her toes curl up instinctively, and every cell in her body screamed in resistance.

She gritted her teeth inwardly—even if she were to fight the Northern Mountain Demon Emperor or that old man from the Southern Kingdom right now, it would be much more satisfying than eating this unknown substance.

"Ya Ya, I'm not hungry right now, I don't want to eat."

Honghong tried her best to make her tone sound gentle, but her eyes couldn't help but dart to the side.

She simply couldn't stare at that plate of food for long.

"Oh, sister, just have a bite!" Ya Ya persisted, pushing the plate forward again in a coquettish tone.

"Rongrong said it's delicious, the taste is really good!"

Honghong raised her eyebrows slightly. "Ya Ya, don't you smell anything strange?"