A Core Ship From The Start-Chapter 2239 - 1519: Birthday Banquet (What Fun Thing to Play Lately?)
Having made his decision, Duanmu Huai took Wang Yuyan and left Hangzhou, heading towards Wudang Mountain.
For Duanmu Huai, such a short journey was nothing, but Wang Yuyan couldn’t keep up; after all, she was just an ordinary person who didn’t know martial arts. Fortunately, Duanmu Huai didn’t make her walk, as he’d bought quite a few mounts in Azeroth, giving the best-looking foxes and cats to Ann and Mary, while keeping the rest for himself.
It’s coming in handy now, isn’t it?
So Duanmu Huai decisively summoned a... magnificent expedition yak.
Hmm...
One has to admit, the style is really quite strange.
The yak was almost as big as a heavy truck, but it could carry a lot, and the sofa on it was quite comfortable, with lanterns hanging on both sides, and a parasol for shade and rain cover. Although the yak wasn’t very fast, Duanmu Huai was all about a leisurely journey, so he didn’t mind these minor shortcomings.
At this moment, Duanmu Huai was sitting in the main seat, yawning under the parasol, while Wang Yuyan was excitedly grabbing the railing, constantly looking around.
After all, she had never seen these things in books!
Of course, as they continued down the official road, they indeed caused quite a stir. Fortunately, ancient official roads were unlike modern highways and national roads, usually sparsely populated. As for those they accidentally encountered... well, they could only wish them luck.
However, in ancient times, most areas were undeveloped primitive forests, and hardly anyone was seen. Even if there were tigers or such creatures, they would be scared away by the yak’s size.
Thus, the two embarked on their yak bus, swaying along the road.
Today was no different.
After lunch, Duanmu Huai lay in the main seat to rest, while Wang Yuyan continued to watch the surrounding scenery. However, just as the two were enjoying their leisurely afternoon respite, a sudden shout arose from the nearby forest.
"Stop, you vile woman!"
"Hmm...!"
Following a muffled groan, a silhouette flew out of the forest and fell in front of the yak. Another person emerged from the woods, and at the same time, the yak halted, letting out a roar.
"Moo...!"
For the yak, this was like a bus honking at someone in front, but the sound stunned the two confronting individuals, causing them to quickly turn and freeze in place. Meanwhile, Duanmu Huai opened his eyes and looked at these two spectral figures ahead.
Then, he was taken aback.
The one who fell to the ground was a young girl dressed in a white garment. She appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen, with a pallid complexion and blood at the corner of her mouth, evidently suffering from internal injuries. The woman standing before her looked about thirty, dressed as a Daoist nun, glaring viciously.
What surprised Duanmu Huai the most was that the young girl’s appearance was almost identical to Wang Yuyan!
No, rather than different clothing colors, they seemed to be carved from the same mold!
"Huh?"
At this point, Wang Yuyan also saw the young girl and was startled. The two individuals also noticed Duanmu Huai and Wang Yuyan riding the yak, equally shocked.
"Undying Slaughter God!?"
Upon seeing Duanmu Huai, the Daoist nun’s expression changed dramatically. Duanmu Huai glanced at her and spoke indifferently.
"Scram, or die, your choice."
"...Hmph."
Upon hearing Duanmu Huai’s words, the Daoist nun pondered briefly, then stomped her foot and swiftly flew back into the forest, leaving only harsh words.
"Vile woman, this time you’re lucky; next time, you won’t be so fortunate!"
"Sir, let’s go take a look."
Seeing the Daoist nun leave, Wang Yuyan hurriedly spoke, and Duanmu Huai nodded. He then took Wang Yuyan by the hand, jumped down from the yak, and approached the young girl in white.
By now, the latter had stood up and lowered her head to Duanmu Huai.
"Thank you for saving my life."
"You’re welcome, it was a trivial effort."
Duanmu Huai waved his hand, scrutinizing the girl carefully once more. Her hair was black, her attire all white, and her appearance identical to Wang Yuyan. The only difference between the two was their temperament. Wang Yuyan was ultimately a soft girl who would cry for a long time after being hit, while the girl before him was icy, showing no expression even after being beaten.
Hmm... Those with such traits here are...
"Are you Little Dragon Girl?"
Upon hearing Duanmu Huai’s question, the girl was taken aback.
"You recognize me?"
"You’re Little Dragon Girl, so that Daoist nun earlier must be Li Mochou?"
"That’s my senior sister."
"Oh, then that’s right."
Duanmu Huai wasn’t surprised, Little Dragon Girl and Li Mochou were iconic attributes in Jin Yong’s martial arts novels, one emotionless, the other a hot-tempered woman.
Indeed, Li Mochou was truly hot-tempered. Fans of hot-tempered traits could consider Li Mochou, think about whether they could handle such a woman, then consider if they find her cute.
As for Little Dragon Girl, she’s always been popular, proving that the emotionless attribute has been captivating since ancient times. Whether it’s Little Dragon Girl or Ling Boli, they’ve enthralled countless men.
