Ziyu didn’t realize the implications hidden in Mr. Murong’s words "a wolf that has co to the north," as it suggested that he might have quite a few descendants.
Duan Yun felt that Mr. Murong was even more extraordinary because, if you counted the number of Murong’s half-sisters on your fingers, ten wouldn’t be enough.
If he kept having more sisters, even the stud master Duan Zhengchun would probably have to admit defeat.
What is this?
A Grandmaster of studs? Or a Sovereign of studs?
The key point is, before Murong’s brothers perfected the sword technique and attracted these sisters, their father had always maintained the image of a devoted and faithful man.
That he has so much romance without being caught is simply too outrageous.
For a ti, Duan Yun even suspected Mr. Murong of practicing so Demon Technique to have achieved such feats.
Indeed, if the Murong brothers hadn’t perfected their blade technique to draw in their blood-related sisters, this old man might have juggled more than a dozen relationships without capsizing.
Suddenly, Duan Yun and his party began to speculate on how many lovely sisters Mr. Murong had left for the Murong brothers.
The timid guessed ten, the bold ones aid at dozens.
This must be thanks to "Twelve Layers of Spring Rain," which attracted these sisters like a magnet; otherwise, given the chances of a coincidence, even one would hardly be enough.
Seeing Ziyu looking at them with an eye reserved for lunatics, Feng Ling’er recalled, "Didn’t you used to be with a girl nad Qingqing?"
Ziyu imdiately beca serious, replying, "That’s what the Murong brothers said."
"They even told you that?" Ziyu guarded herself with a wary gaze towards Feng Ling’er.
Feng Ling’er made a disgusted expression and said, "What do you an ’told ’? He insisted on telling us, and we had no choice but to listen to his endless lant."
"Did Qingqing tell you that she’s actually one of Murong brothers’ half-sisters?" Feng Ling’er inquired.
Upon hearing this, Ziyu showed a stunned expression and said, "How could that be!"
Feng Ling’er couldn’t help laughing and said, "Let tell you, I am also one of Murong brothers’ half-sisters, and you probably are too."
Ziyu stood there as if struck by lightning.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Feng Ling’er continued, "Aren’t you aware of the Murong brothers’ practice with the Demon Blade? Qingqing is probably the most extre; she beca good friends with you and even wanted to set you up with the Murong brothers. Who knows what she’s up to."
"Right, aren’t you good at writing books? Maybe, this plot is even more thrilling than the ones you write."
Seeing Ziyu’s shocked and panicked expression, Feng Ling’er grew more and more excited.
Then suddenly, Ziyu pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen, and began writing quickly.
"You’re right, if I put this kind of plot in a book, it would probably be quite thrilling. You’re Feng Ling’er, right? I’ll create a character for you."
Just a mont ago, her face was full of nervousness and fear, but when it ca to writing, she instantly cald down, exuding thoughtful beauty.
How to put it, it was kind of like witnessing Old Demon Duan’s extraordinary wisdom rotating as he practiced his martial arts.
After so ti, she regained her composure and said, "But I still don’t believe what you said. He couldn’t be my brother."
Shen Ying offered her analysis, "Then why did he run away in such a panic after seeing you with Qingqing?"
Ziyu answered, "Maybe he’s afraid of Qingqing, not ."
Feng Ling’er said, "Tell , the first ti you saw him, did you feel that he was a wonderful person, with a kind of hazy beauty? It was like a layer of mist that made him very attractive.
If you really like him, then can you tell how many moles are on his face?"
At this, Ziyu began to sweat.
She truly couldn’t recall how many moles were on Murong brothers’ face, or even rember their specific appearance.
All she felt was that this person was very nice, very attractive to her.
Even Old Demon Duan was taken aback upon hearing this description.
He had never heard Feng Ling’er describe the Murong brothers in such a way that they sounded like so mysterious evil deity whose true appearance was unfathomable.
Cthulhu, maybe?
It could only be said, Green Blade Demon is worthy of the title, Green Blade Demon, providing an abstract sensation even in imagery.
Ziyu couldn’t help but express her distress, "No, what should I do? If he really is my brother, I definitely can’t handle it, it would be too painful, I’d even want to hack him!"
Yes, hack him, dismber him into pieces, and bury them in different places.
As she spoke, complex emotions flickered in her eyes.
Duan Yun even felt a glimpse of Green Jade in them.
At that mont, Ziyu realized that both Feng Ling’er and Shen Ying were looking toward Duan Yun.
The only male present.
A very handso one, who had probably fancied her for a while.
Duan Yun flicked his sleeves, exuding the bearing of a doctor with a Compassionate Heart, and said, "Miss, you’re unwell, and I happen to be a doctor."
Ziyu asked dubiously, "You can treat ?"
Duan Yun nodded.
"Can you cure my suffering?"
Duan Yun nodded again.
"You, you must have an ulterior motive. If you cure , you’ll definitely want to promise myself to you, won’t you?" Ziyu said, as if she saw through Duan Yun.
Feng Ling’er interrupted her, saying, "You want to promise yourself to him? Please, get in line, thank you."
"Get in line?" Ziyu asked, puzzled.
"There are plenty who have been cured by him, and you’re not the only one who wants to offer herself in return. I think you’d better wait till your next life."
"Work like a horse and toil like an ox in your next life; don’t ss around in this one," Feng Ling’er suggested.
Duan Yun also felt that Ziyu was severely ill, not just ntally, but also nervously, and he couldn’t help but sigh quietly.
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