In the spacious carriage, Duan Yun sat alone, heading towards Yuzhu Villa.
You ask where Murong has gone?
Murong naturally beca the Flower Protector for the girl in blue because of fate, saying farewell as he escorted her to visit relatives.
There’s no helping it, this endlessly lovelorn man seed to have t the right person once again.
Especially after learning that this girl was from the north, and presumably wouldn’t have any connection with the Murong Family Head, Murong was even more convinced of it.
Thus, he resolutely left Duan Yun behind to escort the girl to visit her relatives, since she said she was new to the Martial World and didn’t understand much.
Duan Yun was reassured to let Murong go.
After all, Murong is an old riverside.
As for whether Murong could be deceived or fall into a woman’s trap, Duan Yun was optimistic.
At one ti, many sisters wanted to kill Murong, yet he was unscathed, showing that Murong at least was very capable.
Or perhaps, now that Green Blade Demon is renowned throughout the Martial World, it seems more like others should be afraid of him.
Moreover, he sneaked into the girl’s room last night, used the point technique to make her fall asleep, and then used Absorption Star Skills on her for a while, confirming during her shivering that she hadn’t lied.
Those shattered mories showed the girl really seed to have sneaked out from her ho as if she was new to the outside world.
Sneaking out from ho and entering the Martial World for the first ti, and eting the chivalrous Murong who is particularly eager to help beauties—it’s practically a clichéd romantic story.
As a good brother of Murong, he only hopes Murong truly ets the right person this ti.
After enduring several dood love defeats, Murong really needs the nourishnt of a love romance, otherwise, Duan Yun feels he might beco sowhat perverted.
After all, not everyone is capable of lying under a bed to enhance their power, surrounded by green poisonous Sword Qi.
He himself couldn’t do it either.
With Murong gone, the spacious carriage suddenly beca even more comfortable.
Duan Yun laid straight down, putting the wine cup on his belly, and sipped the wine.
On the other side, Murong was also sitting inside a carriage, but with Miss Ning Qing beside him.
Until now, Murong still felt it was like a dream, unable to help saying, "I never dread you would choose ."
Miss Ning Qing shyly said, "Because you look very powerful."
Murong’s mouth turned up, confidently saying, "Do you think I’m more capable than my friend, and that’s why you chose ?"
Ning Qing glanced at him, couldn’t help but laugh out loud, and said, "Not really, he seems even more powerful than you, but since he looks so handso, he probably wouldn’t care about , so..."
"Ah?"
Murong’s spirit deflated.
But Ning Qing quickly said, "I think being suitable is the best. You and I are the most suitable, and I’m very happy you can escort ."
Hearing this, Murong’s smile returned.
Look at that, Old Demon Duan, I won!
You’re a little bit better-looking than , yet not suitable!
Today again, the weather is beautiful, with bright sunshine.
Duan Yun lay in the carriage, enjoying the rare leisure.
This high-priced coachman seed very good at guessing the custors’ thoughts, and just now, he couldn’t help but slow down naturally, making the whole carriage enter an especially leisurely comfortable state.
By the roadside, there was a small river, and beside it, a path.
So people were strolling on the path, so sunbathing, so picking wild vegetables.
But a particular family caught Duan Yun’s attention.
It was a couple dressed cleanly with a girl about ten years old in the middle.
Duan Yun noticed them because the girl’s legs were la, or rather, her legs were in a very frail state; visibly, the girl’s legs were atrophied, so she was supported by her parents in walking.
The cleanly dressed family had a child with disabled legs, undoubtedly an unfortunate occurrence.
Yet, Duan Yun couldn’t see any misfortune on their faces.
The family was clean, faces wearing happy smiles, as warm as the winter’s sun.
Clearly, the parents loved their daughter dearly; when they passed a beautiful purple wildflower on the road, the middle-aged man quickly bent down, picked it, and gave it to the girl.
The girl slled the fragrance of the flower, her face suddenly bursting with a very happy smile, even more radiant than the blooming flowers.
At that mont, Duan Yun suddenly felt an urge to cry.
Being in this world for so long, from nearly being kicked to death when he was a doctor, to now being known as a Young Hero by many people, he had experienced a lot.
He had killed many people, done many things, and faced tough tis, even being slandered as a Demon, yet he had never cried.
But at this mont, he wanted to cry.
Perhaps today’s sun was too good, or perhaps the warmth by the roadside in this deceitful and murderous world was truly precious, touching him so that Duan Yun really felt an urge to cry.
And so, he cried.
Cried out loud.
Because this was the kind of world he longed for.
"Stop the carriage," Duan Yun said.
The carriage slowly halted, the coachman sowhat surprised by why the guest suddenly cried.
Could it be that he missed that male guest?
Could they really be...
The family of three continued walking along the riverbank, and by then, Duan Yun had already stepped down from the carriage, saying, "Wait a mont."
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