Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 333 - 227 Fairy Ziyu, Your Illness Is Severe! (Please Subscribe)_2

Chapter 333: Chapter 227 Fairy Ziyu, Your Illness Is Severe! (Please Subscribe)_2

Is it Xiatou Ying or Feng Ling’er?

The bed even has a faint scent of rouge.

The rouge scents used by Feng Ling’er and Xiatou Ying are completely different, as different as their aspirations.

But for the moment, he couldn’t distinguish whose scent it was.

Sigh, in the future, I have to smell more, to identify women by their scent.

There’s a saying, what was it? Practice makes perfect.

He had long mastered identifying women by their bosom, one could say his eyes were like rulers, but when it came to scent, he was still lacking.

Lying on the bed, Duan Yun felt very relaxed, as if he was lying on a cloud.

Suddenly, he felt something was not right.

The rouge scent did not dissipate; it even seemed to be getting stronger.

If it were just the scent left by Feng Ling’er and Shen Ying after cleaning the room, it wouldn’t be like this.

The intensifying rouge scent could only mean there was someone nearby.

He could even imagine someone sweating, mixing with the applied rouge, which caused the scent to grow stronger.

Where around here can someone hide?

His room was simply furnished, just a table, a stool, a bamboo cabinet, and a bed.

The only places to hide a person were either under the cabinet or under the bed.

Now, the cabinet was slightly ajar, containing a few pieces of his clothes and no trace of a person.

That left only the bed.

Who the hell is hiding under his bed?

It couldn’t be the Murong brothers returning early, could it?

Besides, the Murong brothers didn’t have the habit of wearing rouge either.

Thinking that there might be someone hiding under the bed, just separated by a bed plank, the feeling was actually not particularly novel.

After all, the Murong brothers had stayed under his bed several times at the Qiongling Sect.

Duan Yun pretended to be nonchalant, his back muscles suddenly tensed, and the moment he got out of bed, he flipped it over.

Sure enough, there was someone lying underneath.

A woman.

A woman with a good figure.

She wore dark, tight-fighting clothes, which as a result, accentuated her figure even more.

The moment their eyes met, both were stunned for a second.

Duan Yun was stunned because he realized he was mistaken; the person under his bed was not Xiatou Ying or Feng Ling’er, but a strange woman.

The girl was startled because she hadn’t expected the bed to be flipped over and herself to be discovered.

The next moment, the woman made her move.

A silver chain flew out with a swishing sound, quick and swift, instantly entangling Duan Yun’s arm.

This was a Chain Sword.

The Chain Sword counted as one of the strange weapons in the Martial World, strange meaning rare, which usually also suggested it was harder to master.

This kind of Chain Sword could be soft or hard; soft like a whip, hard like a long sword, changing between attack and defense effortlessly, very tricky.

This woman’s use of the sword was both fast and precise, as this Chain Sword was now coiled around Duan Yun’s left arm, like a poisonous snake ready to strike.

This indicated that the woman was indeed a master.

The woman was confident, believing she could cripple Duan Yun’s arm in an instant.

She said leisurely, "Don’t be nervous, I’m just here to find someone."

Duan Yun barely moved his right hand, and she quickly warned, "Don’t move, I ask, you answer!"

"Who are you? Why are you here?" the woman with the sword asked.

Duan Yun blinked and said, "Miss, this is my room, you’re lying under my bed, yet you ask who I am, why I am here, isn’t that a bit unreasonable?"

The woman said, "Cut the smooth talk, don’t think you can seduce me just because you’re handsome! First, let me tell you, I already have someone I like! No matter how you blink those eyes at me, I won’t be swayed!"

Duan Yun: "..."

Unconsciously, his fist had already clenched a bit tighter.

Noticing this change, the woman said, "Don’t move, are you trying to hit me by clenching your fist? I’ve known all along that people like you, when you can’t have me, will get furious and want to hit someone, or even destroy things."

Duan Yun couldn’t help but retort, "Where the hell did this Xiatou woman come from."

"Good, now you’re calling me a Xiatou woman. Men like you, whenever they can’t have their way, only know how to slander."

"But I forgive you, I really am just here to find someone."

The woman, with her ample bosom, looked at Duan Yun with "forgiving" eyes and said.

"Forgiven me?"

Seeing the woman so submissive, Duan Yun couldn’t help but become somewhat interested and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"I’m looking for the Murong brothers, where are they?" the woman asked.

"Little sister?" Duan Yun asked in confusion.

"Don’t try to cozy up to me, just tell me where they are."

Duan Yun honestly replied, "He met a girl on the road and said they were fated, so he accompanied her to visit her relatives and didn’t come back with me."

"A girl? You’re lying!"

Hearing this, the woman suddenly became agitated.

"I know it, you must have taken a fancy to me, deliberately speaking nonsense to cause a rift between him and me, seeking an opportunity to get me," the woman said earnestly.

Duan Yun: "I..."

"Don’t deny it, you’ve been staring at me all along, especially at my chest, for at least three times, clearly showing you’re interested! But I’ve told you, I already have someone in my heart, and although you are handsome, you should give up on that thought."

As she spoke, the woman held her sword in one hand and covered her chest with the other.

"Shut up!"

Duan Yun felt dizzy and couldn’t help but blurt out.

"What, you’re angry because I hit the nail on the head?"

With a whoosh, before she could finish her words, the obedient Chain Sword was already poised at her throat.

"I told you to shut up!"

In that instant, Duan Yun used his fingers to clamp the Chain Sword with lightning speed and flicked it, leaving her sword lying on the bed limply like a struck-down poisonous snake.

The woman didn’t expect that this handsome man had such high Kung Fu skills and lightning-fast speed.

Even the Murong brother she fancied could probably only be slightly faster than him.

Finally, Duan Yun managed to silence the woman and couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, saying, "Can we now speak properly?"

But the next moment, a stream of tears slid down from the woman’s eyes.

She was crying?

The young woman sobbed and said, "Even if you force me, even if you kill me, you won’t win my heart. He’s the only one in it."

Duan Yun clenched his teeth and emphasized, "I’ll say it again, I’m not interested in you. Your brother Murong really went to accompany someone visiting relatives."

"See, you’re still saying you’re not interested in me, yet you dare to slander me by saying he and I are siblings. What a clever plan you have!"

"If we become siblings, I would surely be utterly heartbroken, and then you could take advantage of my vulnerability... Ah!"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was kicked out of the door by Duan Yun with a thud.

"If you’re waiting for your brother, behave yourself," Duan Yun cursed under his breath.

He suddenly thought of something and said, "Aren’t you called ’Ning Tian’, with a pseudonym ’Fairy Ziyu’?"

The woman was lying on the ground, her face turned red in an instant and she said, "You’re still pretending! Tell me, when did you start keeping an eye on me, to find out so much?"

Duan Yun raised his eyebrows and gave a "Compassionate Heart" look, saying, "So it really is you!"

The girl shivered all of a sudden, covering her chest, and said, "What are you going to do?"

Duan Yun questioned, "What am I going to do?"

"Of course I’m going to feed you pastries! Tell me, did you write this book?"

Duan Yun grabbed the woman up like a small chicken while taking out the half-book "The Fall of the Goddess Constable" and asked.

The woman was stunned for a moment and said, "I guess I wrote it."

"What do you mean ’guess’!"

Duan Yun shook her vigorously.

At this moment, the last trace of sunset glow had disappeared from the horizon.

But at this time, the woman suddenly changed her expression and glared at Duan Yun saying, "Slut."

Duan Yun: "???"

His mother, she’s still cursing?

"Slut! I knew this slut was unreliable! Claiming to be devoted to Murong, but you’re here flirting with a pretty boy," the woman said coldly.

As she spoke, her tone and emotions were completely different, as if she had become another person.

"Why are you pulling at my clothes, trying to undress me? Just so you know, that little slut might let you, but I didn’t agree," the woman retorted.

Duan Yun: "Crazy?"

Murong brother said that his sisters were all sick, some seriously so. This one seemed to be the sickest yet.