The Hero in Exile

Chapter 81 Muzzle

If they really like each other, they won't be too rigid about gender. I just don't know what others think. Lingyu, leaning on Moran's back, thought a lot, including why she said that just now, maybe it was her original intention.

I have to say that this body has brought many changes to me. At first, it was just my perception of the body, and later on, my mindset began to change. At first, I thought having long hair was troublesome. For example, I might bite my hair when eating noodles, or my hair would be messy when I woke up in the morning and it would take me more than ten minutes to tidy it up.

I also wanted to cut my hair shorter but gave up when I thought it would not look good. At that time, I just wanted to dress up a little. Unlike now, I have started to develop certain ideas and I can't figure out whether it is because of myself or my body.

He thought about it for a long time with doubts but finally fell asleep due to sleepiness. Moran waited silently without saying a word. Finally, he heard the steady breathing and the itchy heat on his back and realized that Lingyu had fallen asleep.

"Lingyu, Lingyu."

Moran tried to lower his voice as much as possible but it was still audible. When he didn't get a response, he confirmed that she was asleep. Moran tiptoed out from under the quilt. No matter what Lingyu thought, something bad would definitely happen if he stayed in there any longer.

"Wow! That feels great."

Moran walked out of the tent with his arms open, letting the strong wind rage on his body. His restless heartbeat finally began to ease. Moran put one hand on his forehead to tidy up his hair. He was now sober.

"I've been suffering." Looking at someone sleeping soundly in the tent, he went over and zipped up the tent: "Now it's my turn to look for a place to sleep."

"It seems I have no choice but to sleep with you today."

Moran found a stable boulder and lay down on it in a comfortable position. He comforted himself by saying that he had often slept like this before and didn't feel uncomfortable.

"Woo." Lingyu stretched like a kitten that just woke up, looked at Mo Lan who had been cold for a long time and felt something: "Mo Lan, are you there?"

Lingyu shouted tentatively outside the tent.

Anyway, it won’t be too far away because I can still be fine here.

"Can you please keep your voice down? We are monitoring us. We are monitoring us." Moran complained helplessly.

"Where are the customers who live here?"

A red-haired girl in a black cape said as she handed out Brunson's family emblem on the table. The innkeeper's expression also became flattering, rubbing his hands.

"My lord, they went to the Adventurer's Guild early in the morning."

The girl's expression became strange. Why would she go to that kind of place for no reason? Didn't she know what kind of people were in there? If she had known, she would not have listened to him and helped him. It would have been such a hassle.

Without staying for long, the girl left here and headed towards the philosophical place.

"Please come again, sir," the innkeeper said farewell.

The girl who walked to the front desk of the Adventure Association called out to Leronster.

"What can I do for you?"

"It's me, Lunster."

The girl put down her hood but put it back on in a blink of an eye. Lunster's eyes lit up. Although he had not seen her many times, he made a living by doing this. How could he not know Bushir, the daughter of the city lord? He also didn't know why she came today.

"I have been tasked by the city lord to monitor Lingyu. Do you know where they are going?"

Lunster had heard that Bushier was still as arrogant as ever, so he obediently showed the task list they had received to Weishil.

"This mission, as far as I remember, is outside the west of the city, right?"

"Yes, ma'am."

It seems like another troublesome matter. Wei Xier plans to go back and report to his father and pack up his things.

A few days passed and Moran and Lingyu observed for a few days but did not find that the hunter had returned.

"Oh, it's really boring. I'll just go back tomorrow." Moran, who had been sleeping outside for a few days with nothing to do, couldn't stand it anymore.

"It seems that this is the only way for now." Lingyu, who was lying nearby, agreed.

The two of them didn't notice that the person behind them was gradually approaching.

"I don't think you can go back for the time being."

A steady and low voice appeared behind them, and by the time the two of them reacted, the black muzzle of a gun was already against Lingyu's forehead.