With a thud, Duan Yun discovered that he had struck so kind of wooden chest.
His first reaction was that it must be a coffin.
This Yuzhu Villa was adjacent to the graveyard, and it was possible that it was built on a burial ground, so finding a coffin wasn’t out of the ordinary.
Who knows, there might even be a gloomy ancient tomb, and he, Young Hero Duan, would have to moonlight as a Tomb Raider Captain, lighting a candle to open a coffin.
When Duan Yun dragged the chest out, he quickly recognized it, and at the sa ti, felt a strange impulse to open it.
He instantly knew why this chest looked familiar.
This was the very chest he had dragged out of the water, containing the corpse of Xiatou Ying.
How did this chest get buried here?
Duan Yun cleared the soil on top of the chest and realized he had co near a few plum trees.
Had he dug all the way to the front courtyard?
But this wasn’t his concern; what he cared about most was the chest.
He had an inexplicable urge.
Just like that night, he was very eager to fish the chest out of the lake.
Was Xiatou Ying inside?
Which damn person buried her again?
No wonder he couldn’t find her.
At this mont, Duan Yun actually beca tense.
He knew that Shen Ying practiced a unique Cultivation Technique; presumably, being buried alive wouldn’t harm her, but the Martial World was dangerous, and one could never be too careful.
As with the last ti he opened a chest, Duan Yun’s emotions were slightly unsettled, but his hands and feet were nimble.
Monts later, the chest was open, and Duan Yun was montarily stunned.
Xiatou Ying lay inside, appearing very peaceful, as if she had passed away contentedly.
Most importantly, there was a thin layer of delicate silk enveloping her.
This silk was snow-white, misty like smoke, giving her an ethereal and sacred beauty, with a faint allure.
Duan Yun couldn’t help but feel his heart race.
Shen Ying was clothed, but at this mont, whether it was due to the frosty silk or for so other reason, her clothes appeared very form-fitting under the veil of silk.
How should one describe this sensation?
Duan Yun was aware that there were many types of stockings: ankle-length, calf-length, knee-high, thigh-high, right at the thigh’s root, full pantyhose, and even so that extended to the waist, called waist-high silk.
And he also knew of a kind of stocking that seed to wrap the whole body in silk, called body silk.
And now, Shen Ying seed to evoke this feeling, paired with her beautiful features, long legs, and perky buttocks, she exuded an enchanting allure even with the ’flat-chested’ debuff.
Hmm, did Xiatou Ying seem a bit bigger?
Although just slightly, she indeed looked bigger, like a small mound suddenly appearing in a plain.
No matter how gentle the mound, it still exists and could be quite noticeable on the plain.
It’s all about the comparison.
As Duan Yun was staring intently, a ghostly voice arose, "Have you seen enough?"
Speaking, Shen Ying opened her beautiful eyes.
Duan Yun raised his right hand, swiped across his palm, and closed her eyes for her, saying, "Not yet, you can ’die’ a little longer."
"Ah! Pervert!"
An angry fist shot out from the chest with rolling air waves, forcing even Duan Yun to temporarily retreat.
After lying in the chest, Xiatou Ying’s Fist Technique had improved!
...
The revival of Shen Ying, who was trapped in the chest, brought life back to Yuzhu Villa, which was like a tomb.
It was a minor reunion for the two, and apart from the joy of friends eting again, the symptom of mutually enjoying each other’s company seed to have intensified.
Looking at the two of them, who appeared very well-matched, Panda Dabai wore a puzzled expression.
It always thought that the black-clothed woman who was close to Duan Yun, who occasionally wrapped around his waist, had a special relationship with him, but the woman before it now seed just as intimate.
One has to say humans are complex creatures, unlike pandas, who just work, mate, and then take care of their young.
At this mont, Duan Yun and Shen Ying were sitting on the steps, gazing at the carefree clouds in the sky.
It was a rare good weather day, crisp and cozy in autumn, neither cold nor hot, and both of them knew that in a few days, it would gradually beco colder, with likely snow and ice covering this region.
Winter brings to mind the cold, stillness, not as pleasant as the gentleness of spring, the passion of sumr, or the freshness of autumn.
In any case, what Duan Yun disliked the most was winter.
Because for a very long ti, he had been poor.
Winter is hard for the poor, with thin clothes and bad food, and most of the beggars on the streets usually die during winter.
Duan Yun was clearly no longer poor, even after donating all the money he earned from Demon Extermination to disaster relief, as the thousand taels of silver deposit from Panda Dabai had genuinely returned to his purse.
But he still disliked winter, just as before.
At this ti, Shen Ying couldn’t help but speak, "In the na of Young Hero Duan Lang, you killed a group of people from Red House, saved a Young Master of Tang Family and several disciples of Tang Sect, then went on to annihilate the family of Demon Zhu Heimian, broke the river mouth within the territory of Yu State to prevent the flood from worsening, and even donated all your assets to disaster relief; later you joined forces with Jade Sword Sect, crushing White Socks Sect, preventing a disaster in Yu State."
Duan Yun nodded, saying, "That’s right."
Shen Ying couldn’t help but ridicule, "And now, the rumors outside say that the old demon you are even more perverted."
Duan Yun grumbled, "I’ve always said that there’s a mysterious force deliberately ssing with ! But in the area of Yu State affected by the disaster, many people are still grateful to , and there’s a lot of people offering incense at the base of my stele."
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