Yaoguang Fairy Path

Mingyue glanced at Mingyi indifferently with her icy eyes, and finally her gaze fixed on the masked man as if attracted by a magnet, and a deep admiration and respect flashed in her eyes. "Nonsense!" She said in a dissatisfied voice. Our master's smile is obviously very friendly and beautiful. If you want to die, don't drag me into it." Although she had never seen the master's full appearance, just that half of it was enough to amaze people. If she could see his whole face, it must be a stunning and peerless face.

Ming Yi was left speechless by Ming Yue's words. He opened his mouth, but in the end could only shake his head helplessly. He seemed to want to say something, but didn't know where to start.

At this time, the group followed the waiter's lead and came to a private room on the fifth floor.

There was an ancient wooden sign hanging on the door of the box, with the three numbers "520" clearly engraved on it. As soon as Ye Shuyao stood still, she keenly sensed a vague sense of being watched. She subconsciously looked in the direction of that feeling, only to see a man in gorgeous clothes, his face half-hidden by an exquisite mask, sitting in the half-open door opposite, his deep eyes fixed directly on her.

Ye Shuyao frowned slightly. Those deep eyes gave her a sense of déjà vu, as if she had seen them somewhere, but she couldn't remember where.

At this moment, Li Yuru noticed something was wrong with her, gently tugged at Ye Shuyao's sleeve, and asked with concern, "Yaoyao, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ye Shuyao quickly retracted her gaze, trying to bring her thoughts back to reality. She shook her head and forced a smile: "Ah! No, it's okay, let's go in." As she said that, she pushed open the door of the box and walked in first.

The man lowered his eyes and tightened his grip on the cup, what a heartless little thing.

In the box, a faint and elegant fragrance quietly permeates the air, forming a sharp contrast with the hustle and bustle of the outside world. Soft light shines through the exquisite lampshade, covering the entire space with a warm and hazy veil. On the wall hang several antique paintings with delicate brushstrokes and profound artistic conception.

There is a round table in the center, covered with a white tablecloth. Several sets of exquisite porcelain tableware are neatly placed on it, sparkling with a warm luster. Surrounding the table are several carved wooden chairs, each of which reveals the craftsman's exquisite skills and delicate thoughts.

Outside the window, one can vaguely see the bustling street scene and the bustling crowd, but inside this box, it seems as if one is in another world, quiet and peaceful. In the corner, a pot of delicate orchids blooms quietly, its petals gently unfolding, emitting a faint fragrance, adding a bit of vitality and elegance to the box.

Ye Shuyao and Li Yuru walked into the private room and were infected by the warm and elegant atmosphere. Their moods became more relaxed. They smiled at each other and found a place to sit down.

The waiter deftly arranged the tea utensils in an orderly manner, then stood respectfully aside with a drool-inducing smile on his face as he enthusiastically inquired, "Dear guests, are there any delicacies you'd like to try?"

Yang Tao strode over to the chair and sat down boldly, crossing his legs in a reckless manner. He waved his hand and said proudly, "Give us one portion of each of your signature dishes!"

Upon hearing this, the waiter's face lit up with an ecstatic smile, as if he'd won the lottery. He nodded repeatedly and excitedly responded, "Great! Gentlemen, you've arrived at the right time! Today, our shop has just received a shipment of precious sixth-rank monster meat, exclusively for our VIP guests on the fifth floor. Just a moment, I'll go down and make the arrangements. I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

Seeing this, Li Yuru couldn't help but cover half of her face in embarrassment and gently scolded, "Hey! Can you restrain yourself a little? Look at you, you make us look like a group of bandits entering the village.

Upon hearing this, Mo Feibai and Baili Lingfeng smiled at each other and each found a comfortable place to sit down.

Ye Shuyao covered her mouth with her hands and chuckled. She stood up and walked to the window, gently pushing it open. In an instant, a fresh air mixed with a faint floral fragrance rushed towards her, interweaving with the moonlight, as if dyeing the entire box with a layer of gentle glow.

She leaned out of the window and saw that the downstairs was bustling with activity and a sea of bright lights. The streets were lined with colorful lanterns, each of which was like the brightest star in the night sky, making the whole town look like a dream. Everyone had happy smiles on their faces, and some were strolling hand in hand on the streets, while others were stopping in front of the stalls to admire the dazzling array of goods.

Not far away, a group of young men and women were gathered around an ancient locust tree. They held fans in their hands and softly sang ancient songs of begging for skills. The melodious songs echoed in the night sky. In another place, pairs of lovers were flying Kongming lanterns. The lights carrying good wishes slowly rose into the sky and turned into stars, echoing with the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in the sky.

Li Yuru stood beside Ye Shuyao, also looking down through the window. Her eyes instantly sparkled like stars, and she exclaimed in amazement, "Wow! Such a lively scene! It seems like today is the Qiqiao Festival!"

A gentle breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness and also blowing the hair on the foreheads of the two people.

Ye Shuyao turned to look at Li Yuru, a hint of doubt in her eyes: "Is there also a Qiqiao Festival here?"

Li Yuru smiled and nodded, teasing, "Of course there is. Yaoyao, you don't even know this. But you're right, you're so obsessed with it, you're almost a cultivation maniac." As she spoke, she suddenly leaned close to Ye Shuyao's ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Didn't Senior Uncle Yun Han come with you tonight?"

While asking this question, Li Yuru also used her mind to sense her surroundings, wondering if Luo Yunhan was hiding in a corner. However, she did not sense Luo Yunhan's presence. Thinking of what Yang Tao had said to her during the day, Li Yuru couldn't help but feel a trace of disbelief in her heart. Between her uncle and Yaoyao, actually...

A hint of complexity and surprise flashed in Li Yuru's eyes.

Ye Shuyao's cheeks instantly flushed red, like clouds dyed red by the setting sun. She was beautiful and shy, her heart pounding. She lowered her eyes slightly and muttered softly, "No, didn't you see me coming alone? No...you, how did you know we...?"

Li Yuru laughed upon seeing this. The laughter was clear and pleasant, yet tinged with a hint of mischief and teasing. She patted Ye Shuyao on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Oh! Our Yaoyao's face is so red. What can I know? I don't know, nothing at all, hahahaha."

Ye Shuyao felt even more embarrassed when she heard Li Yuru's laughter. She reached out to cover Li Yuru's mouth and said coquettishly, "Oh! Stop laughing! If you keep laughing, I'll ignore you."

There was a hint of coquettishness in her voice, which made Li Yuru's laughter stop instantly.

Baili Lingfeng gently raised the bone fan in his hand, half covering his face, and cast his gaze on the two women who were laughing and playing not far away - one had blushing cheeks, like a newly blooming peach blossom; the other laughed so hard that her shoulders trembled slightly, like a happy bird on a branch.

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