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Bunny and the Moon

When Tuzi, the beloved bunny of the Moon Goddess Chang'er who was blessed into a human, is stolen from her celestial home— She is violently cast down to the Mortal Realm, stripped of her divine grace and thrown into a world she doesn't understand. Upon awakening, she finds herself surrounded by strangers—and everything she once knew is now a distant memory. ​Chang'er, the Moon Goddess, is determined to solve the mystery of her stolen companion, but focusing on the task proves difficult. Every clue brings her closer to the answer, but it also brings her dangerously close to the too-handsome-for-his-own-good God of Sky, who seems to be more of a distraction than a help. Can the Moon stay focused long enough to recover Tuzi? ​Meanwhile, Atlas—the Sky God’s best soldier—has dived into the Mortal Realm after Tuzi. But why is he so intent on finding the fallen bunny, and what does he have to do with the celestial theft? Tuzi may have been a simple rabbit once, but as a newly- minted divine lady, guarding her heart against this dashing, charming soldier is proving far more difficult than she ever imagined. Add to that the sudden interest of several alpha gods, and Tuzi's life is turned upside down by both celestial politics and unexpected romantic tension. With gods, mysteries, and more than a few mosquitos in the way, can Tuzi reclaim her place in the heavens and solve the riddle of her own disappearance? A romantic, funny, and action-packed twist on the legend of Chang'er and her white bunny, Bunny and the Moon will keep you guessing—and laughing—until the very end. Bet you can't figure out who did it!

LotusLin · Fantasía
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The Southern Market Bazaar Part 4

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Location 1: Japanese Ramen

"Everyone get ready!" Tuzi shouted merrily to her friends, with her fingers up in the air. "On the count of three! 1… 2… 3…!!! DIG IIIIIIIIIN…!!!"

Right on queue, Golun, Oyuna, and Tuzi each dived into their bowls of Japanese shoyu ramen. There was no restraint to be had, and no manners to display. Each person at the table ate like a beast!!

From the moment the steaming bowls hit the table, their tantalizing aroma had been a persistent tease. Each bowl held a symphony of textures and flavors: slices of tender barbeque, a perfectly runny egg, springy fish cake, and vibrant seaweed, all nestled in a fragrant broth. The heavenly scent was an irresistible siren call, coaxing a chorus of rumbles from eager stomachs.

The warm bowl of soup was also perfect for the cold weather of Mongolia. With each slurp, the soup warm their bodies to its core.