"People just know, you’ve liked married won since you were little."
...
Duan Yun stood outside, listening to their conversation, even he, the Old Demon Duan, found it twisted.
But he didn’t leave.
It wasn’t that he wanted to watch the show, but he encountered an opportunity.
At this ti, the young man was clearly worn out, panting as he got off the woman, and the red lantern no longer swayed.
"You better leave, I’m going soon. Mingtian is busy, but sotis he cos looking for ." The woman’s voice sounded quietly.
The young man grumbled: "They say n are heartless once the need is gone, but I think you’re worse."
"Yeah, I’m going back to my husband, and you, for quite a while, can only watch."
"Damn, I see Red Tower Mountain has been busy lately, they’re going into the mountain, aren’t they? Golden Mountain is hard to return from once entered, best if Hong Mingtian goes in and dies, that way I can co see you every day."
"Annoying! I don’t want to beco a widow."
...
After getting cozy for a while, the young man left.
He didn’t notice Duan Yun sticking to the eaves like a gecko.
After the man left, the woman began to wash up and dress, as if she were trying to beco dignified and virtuous again.
However, while grooming, she held a pipe and puffed smoke, having that post-coital smoke feeling, better than being a living god.
Just then, her door sounded again.
Three heavy knocks, four light ones.
"So annoying, what now?"
The woman complained while opening the door.
A man squeezed in quickly, and she imdiately embraced him, saying: "Why can’t you be satisfied."
"I haven’t eaten, how can I be satisfied."
The woman found the voice odd, couldn’t help but be shocked, and in the next instant, her mouth was covered.
Duan Yun looked at her, seriously said: "Madam, you don’t want your affair to be known by your husband Mingtian, right?"
The woman opened her frightened big eyes, didn’t struggle, just nodded.
Duan Yun released his hand.
The woman looked at him, fearfully asked: "What do you want?"
"I...."
"You want , don’t you? I promise you!"
Duan Yun: "???"
"I know, a man like you must covet my beauty and body, I’ve just cleaned up, if you want to play tricks, I have clothes and ropes prepared to serve my husband later."
While speaking, she began to change into a nearly transparent red gauze dress and took out red ropes.
Duan Yun hastily said: "Stop!"
The woman looked at him, said: "Hurry up, I can let you play a little longer, or my husband will co looking for ."
Duan Yun looked pained, said: "Madam, do you not know you’re sick?"
The woman lowered her head, looked at her prominent chest, said: "If being beautiful and tempting is a sickness, I guess I’m sick, quite sick."
Hearing this, Duan Yun couldn’t help but want to stab her with a sword.
But thinking of his plan, he patiently said: "Is your period irregular, often feel inexplicable annoyance and itch, sotis the more you wash the itchier?"
The woman looked at him, said: "I know, it’s Qingliu disease that all won have, it’s okay."
Duan Yun grumbled: "Not okay at all, this thing is contagious."
"I know, what’s contagious, when it itches, just smoke a bit, it won’t itch, instead more pleasure."
"Hurry up, I have tight timing."
Saying this, she leaned over.
Duan Yun pointed, hit her acupoint, making her stand still.
"Listen carefully, I have no interest in sick won, nor want to catch a disease." Duan Yun said grimly.
Because his attire seed too dical Practitioner’s Compassionate Heart, even with a dark face, it wasn’t particularly frightening.
The woman blinked, said: "Then why threaten ? I only have this, surely you won’t discard beauty for worldly money?"
"I want you to let your man..."
"You like n!"
With a slap, Duan Yun couldn’t hold back, gave the woman a slap.
This woman with Qingliu disease, not only was she promiscuous, she was frantically promiscuous.
He almost wanted to kill her.
"I have two people wanting to work in Red Tower Mountain, help arrange an opportunity." Duan Yun said.
While speaking, he unlocked her acupoint.
The woman said: "You really just want to go into Red Tower Mountain?"
"Yes, just that."
The woman looked at him, only thought she saw a blind person.
She’s so beautiful, even with a bit of illness, this man doesn’t fool around with her.
Even if he fools around with her, she could still enter the Red Tower Mountain.
Why not fool around?
This was the question the woman couldn’t figure out after Duan Yun left.
"Just because I have the illness all won in the world could have?"
"What’s wrong with this guy!"
The woman was angry because she really thought the guy looked good, and she’d be willing if he insisted a bit, but she had already taken off her pants, and he did nothing.
This was simply a blow to her confidence and an insult to her dignity.
"Such a little illness can’t be a problem, he’s really not a man."
Saying this, the woman couldn’t help but start scratching.
She hurriedly went to find her dropped pipe, shakily lighting it.
Only after taking a drag did she exhale and sigh: "Comfortable."
At this mont, the woman finally cald down.
She really dared not defy him because, firstly, he caught her cheating, and secondly, she always felt he was formidable.
Like he was even more formidable than her husband.
So formidable that it seed he could kill her with a single hair.
Of course, this was just her illusion.
But she was willing to believe this illusion.
Thinking that this man was really formidable, the woman suddenly felt itchy again, quickly taking a deep drag of smoke.
...
When Duan Yun returned to that graveyard area, he found that the house of the neighbor Li couple had been built.
There were people inside, but no lights were on. It seed the couple should have gone to bed by now.
Duan Yun went straight to his own haunted house.
The entrance already looked eerie, but once inside, the eerie feeling intensified.
Under the tree in the yard, smoke was swirling, as if it were so eerie ceremonial site.
After all, soone had died there before.
But that eerie feeling quickly vanished.
Because within the smoke, the Murong brothers were preparing food, while Ning Qing was washing vegetables and skewering at with bamboo sticks.
They were about to have a barbecue.
This ti, Duan Yun went out alone to collect debts, and they wanted to see how he would handle it, so they were too restless to sleep, deciding to have a midnight snack while waiting.
As it turned out, before they even started the snack, Duan Yun ca back.
Amidst the swirling smoke, the Murong brothers, looking at that vaguely seen figure, said: "Why are you back?"
"Finished?"
"So quickly? Didn’t find the person?"
Duan Yun stood there, not speaking, even lifted his foot so the heel didn’t touch the ground.
Yes, he suddenly wanted to scare them.
At this, the Murong brothers and Ning Qing beca tense.
Ning Qing secretly squeezed Murong brother’s hand, signalling him to look at Duan Yun’s heel.
The Murong brother noticed this, couldn’t help but ask, "Duan Yun, are you real or fake? Human or ghost?"
"What do you an human or ghost? I’m just attached to him, this is the house I rented, why are you guys starting a fire to grill at at my heart-roasting place, is there my heart in that at?"
"Ah! Ghost!"
Ning Qing was so scared she jumped into Murong brother’s arms.
Feng Ling’er and Shen Ying were washing vegetables in the kitchen, and ca out when they heard the commotion.
Upon hearing there was a ghost, Feng Ling’er was so scared she jumped onto Shen Ying’s neck.
After all, it was a haunted house, though they prided themselves as heroes, they still had concerns.
Especially soone like Feng Ling’er, who was afraid of ghosts!
Seeing this, Duan Yun suddenly "floated" over.
"Ah!"
Feng Ling’er scread and fell off Shen Ying’s neck.
At this mont, Shen Ying didn’t retreat but advanced, going up to hug the floating Duan Yun.
Feeling his body temperature, Shen Ying couldn’t help but tighten her arms, hugging even tighter.
Duan Yun was held so tightly, he complained, "Aren’t you afraid of ?"
"Afraid of you, you big-headed ghost! Can you act like a ghost a bit more professionally, it’s obviously fake." Shen Ying retorted.
Yes, she had seen through it, this guy’s ghost act wasn’t even as professional as her lying in a coffin.
Or rather, whether Duan Yun was human or ghost, she wasn’t afraid; whether human or ghost, she liked him both ways.
She always rembered that kiss through the silkworm silk, though this guy seed to forget because of his chivalry.
But she rembered!
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