Chapter 44: Hawthorn Jelly

On the night before the Mid-Autumn Festival, in the courtyard of the Cheng family.

The second daughter-in-law was pumping the pitcher pump, and the icy water gushed out, falling into the large wooden basin below, which was filled with red hawthorns.

"Mom, what are we making?"

"Hawthorn cake."

"Hawthorn cake? What on earth is that?"

Li Meilan didn't understand. After pumping the water, she squatted down, dipped her hand into the wooden basin, and let out a gasp.

The water straight from the well was truly freezing!

"Wait—"

Zheng Maoran had intended never to see them again for the rest of his life, but events developed beyond expectations. Before he could even retrieve the items from the cellar, they were already gone.

Even newspapers across the country reported on it. In addition, various civic organizations and political parties successively sent telegrams to the Nationalist Government, all appealing with a single phrase: "Peaceful National Reconstruction." As the momentum grew, the clamor became increasingly fierce, bearing down on Chiang Kai-shek like a violent storm.

Of course, there were also some freeloaders around. Getting married was easy enough; setting aside what their families thought, just judging by Miaomiao's temperament, she would rather remain unmarried for the rest of her life than marry a freeloader.

Feng Jiuge found it somewhat strange, but she did not show it. She raised her hand to stroke the stray hair beside Yue Lisheng's ear, her thin lips curving into a leisurely smile as she looked at her.

Just when Su Xingyue thought he might compromise, Second Master Nan suddenly let out a laugh.

Liu Ruixiang said: "Old sister-in-law, don't be shy, sing one! Show us your true talent, reveal your skills to entertain everyone, why not?"

袁哲学 said: "Since the President has arrived, I will accompany you all the way through. I wouldn't dare trouble the Chairman himself, right?"

But that wasn't the point. The point was Lan Xun's face. Under the makeup artist's divine skill, her facial features were directly adjusted using special makeup techniques. Aside from her skin tone, hair color, and eye color, her face had been enlarged by several degrees using special materials by the makeup artist.

The bleak light shone upon the faces of these corpses, making each face look emaciated and cold.

The things Sun Long had said to him the last time he went to borrow money were still clearly remembered by him to this day.

Nagato was also somewhat bewildered. What was going on with this Hokage's wife? Why did she suddenly hug him like that?

With such a rare opportunity, why waste time not killing a few more evil and sinister spirits, instead of running around everywhere following him?

Looking at Danzo, who had replaced the Root ninja who had just been lying on the ground acting as if caught in some kind of illusion, Gintoki blinked his eyes and remained silent.

Ji Buwang failed to react in time and loosened his grip. Just as he was about to snatch it back, the Roc with Golden Wings circled above and landed once more on Xuyi's shoulder, affectionately rubbing its sharp beak against Xuyi's cheek.

Seeing Yan didn't require him to worry, Aoluo Dan turned his gaze aside. What he cared about more right now was whether the Tree of Life imprint on Ye Lengleng's forehead was reacting at the moment.

One or two people might not have the confidence to shout at so many others, but there were far more than just one or two people here.

Therefore, he must leave this place in the shortest possible time, and it would be best to go out together with True Immortal Canghai.

Minato sighed helplessly in his mind, just as he was about to refuse, he was preempted by a certain old fogey who had always been annoyed with Gintoki.

In this world, those who wish to sever the chains of hatred in this world yet do not know how, and feel bewildered—they are all your successors, and they are all your comrades.

Hearing this from behind, Jiang Bo felt a stir in his heart. He silently thought to himself: What a coincidence, they actually belong to the Five Clouds Sect.

"To think that it would all fall through at the very end after all our efforts. What on earth is the background of that fellow surnamed Zheng, to have such capability that he not only saw through our plan but also laid a trap so early on..." Gao Ming said with bitter resentment.

"Cough, cough, cough—" Fan Xiang on the field coughed a few times, expelling the ash he had inhaled into his lungs, and looked towards Su Yi's direction with considerable anger in his eyes.