Chapter 2: Murdering Her Husband?

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  The demon bear is an even more powerful existence than the demon tiger.

  Xuanyuan was after all seeing this ferocious demon beast for the first time, and for a moment he was shocked to the point of trembling hands and feet. In his previous life, Xuanyuan had never seen such a huge demon bear before! His heart cried out in alarm:

  "After finally getting a chance to reincarnate, am I going to die here? If even this one demon bear in front of me can kill me, what right do I have to be called Xuan Yuan, let's go all out!"

  In the blink of an eye, Xuan Yuan's blood was thoroughly stirred up inside his body. He grabbed the black dagger stained with rust at his waist, endured the pain and stood up, bursting out his own limit. With a sudden jump, he slashed towards the demon bear's neck. This dagger was 40 cm long, more like a small sword. Just as Xuan Yuan grasped this black dagger, he suddenly had a very strange feeling, born from his heart, but couldn't be described clearly. Anyway, it didn't matter now, and Xuan Yuan didn't think much about it.

  This demon bear seemed to have gained spiritual intelligence, seeing this broken dagger, a hint of mockery flashed in its eyes, and it bit towards the dagger.

  But just as the sharp fangs of the demon bear bit into the dagger, its fangs shattered inch by inch, and blood flowed freely.

  At the moment when the dagger was stained with blood, it suddenly seemed to come alive and burst open, turning into countless black threads that pierced directly into the Magic Bear's head, wrapping around tightly. Moreover, Xuan Yuan's hand that grasped the dagger also seemed to be stuck together.

  Xuanyuan's body suddenly shook violently, countless black threads condensed into a dark awn that pierced his body. Xuanyuan only felt the wounds on his body gradually healing, and his strength slowly expanding. In Xuanyuan's terrified gaze, the demon bear struggled for a moment before its body rapidly withered away at a visible speed, leaving behind only a piece of fur.

  Nowadays, the wounds on his body heal quickly, and the feeling of hunger disappears. He feels full of energy all over his body. Looking at the dagger in his hand again, a few spots of rust fall off, and after flashing a few fleeting black lights, it becomes no different from before.

  Just now, in the line between life and death, a fierce aura burst out from Xuan Yuan's bones. However, after it ended, Xuan Yuan was shocked to find himself drenched in cold sweat, his entire body wet and dripping, as he panted heavily with large gasps. All of this made him feel like something was amiss, even the memories from before this body had never experienced such a situation!

  Xuan Yuan paused for a moment before regaining his composure, hastily using his dagger to cut open the magic bear's pelt, which was worth quite a bit of money.

  Thanks to the memories of this body, Xuan Yuan was extremely skilled at cutting open the pelt to get the highest price. The demon bear had been sucked dry by that strange power, leaving no blood or flesh behind, making it easy to cut through. After finishing everything, Xuan Yuan stacked up the thick demon bear pelt and looked at the intact skeleton of the demon bear, his eyes shining brightly:

  "The skeleton of the demon bear can also be sold for a good price!"

  With a grab of his hand, the intact skeleton suddenly exploded into flying ash and scattered with the wind. Xuan Yuan was stunned for a moment, couldn't help but feel a little regretful, sighed, and suddenly saw a blood-red inner elixir the size of a goose egg quietly lying on the ground.

  "Haha, it's actually an internal elixir!"

  Xuanyuan naturally knew the preciousness of this inner elixir, and his heart was greatly delighted. In this way, as long as he sold the inner elixir, he could buy good elixirs, good equipment, and maximize his safety to the greatest extent.

  "In my past life, these were all absurd talks. I didn't expect this world to be so magical. It seems that my previous desire to become an immortal and ride the clouds was not a dream after all!"

  Xuanyuan was suddenly filled with heroic spirit, his fighting spirit soaring. Just then, Gu Xing had a small wild boar clutched in his jaws, and he too had reaped a considerable harvest.

  "What about Lonely Moon?" Xuan Yuan saw Lonely Star and immediately thought of Lonely Moon. Even if Lonely Moon was dead, he still wanted to give him a proper burial.

  The lone star seemed to have understood Xuanyuan's words, and a hint of sorrow flashed in his wolf-like eyes as he shook his head.

  Xuanyuan knew that he would never find Guoyue again, and his heart ached:

  "Let's go home!"

  Xuanyuan knew through his memories that his home was in a towering tree not far from here.

  One man, one wolf, neither slow nor hurried, walked towards their home. As he walked, Xuan Yuan read his memories. Inside this towering tree was a simple bed with a magic tiger skin quilt, and the walls were hung with his spoils of war - intact magic wolf skins. On the ground, it seemed like a warm little home. In the center of the tree house was a deep pit about one meter in diameter, used for cooking food every day. In this wilderness, smoke from cooking could easily attract other people's attention. If discovered, the consequences might be death with no burial. It can be imagined how perilous this world is.

  Xuanyuan saw from his memory that people like him who lived independently either entered the Moon Desert City's families as servants or became mercenaries, letting others hire them for escort missions, or did some shady dealings. Those with good luck and decent qualifications would be taken in by some sects as disciples, from then on having no worries about food and clothing, only needing to cultivate or complete the sect's tasks. Those with bad luck would have everything stolen and be killed, and women might also be raped before being killed.

  At this moment, Xuan Yuan finally felt that he was still so helpless. He wanted to make a name for himself in this strange and cruel world, but it was so difficult. Did he have any hope of avenging himself against Yue Jue, the son of the lord of Moon Desert City?

  "A man dies in the morning, and you're afraid of being hanged!"

  He felt a bit disheartened, Xuan Yuan knew that what people feared most was losing their spirit, courage, principles, and their own will. Without these, one could only be said to be living as a walking corpse, so Xuan Yuan made up his mind.

  "No matter what methods I use, I will definitely avenge you. Since I have been attached to your body, this is the only way I can repay you. You and Lonely Moon's soul, watch me, I will definitely fulfill my oath."

  Once again, Xuan Yuan was giving himself a pep talk when he arrived at his own doorstep. He opened the tree door from a very secluded place, and everything was not much different from what he had imagined.

  However, just as Xuan Yuan led Gu Xing into the tree house and looked at his own bed made of branches, he suddenly froze.

  Xuanyuan rubbed his eyes, and suddenly he was stunned on the spot. He saw a woman wearing a snow-white off-the-shoulder long dress, with a long hair scattered behind her, like the highest-grade black silk, reaching down to her waist. Her jade-like body was lying horizontally, her shoulders were round and smooth, and under her delicate and perfect collarbone, a small piece of her chest was exposed, looking crystal clear and tender. Xuanyuan's eyes widened as he stared straight at her.

  "I've lived a whole life, but I've never seen such a beautiful woman. The more I look at her, the more I gain. A thousand Zhao Widow's fingers are not as good-looking as hers..."

  A naturally not bad, but somewhat lecherous old beggar often took Xuan Yuan to peek at Widow Zhao's bath, and now his whole body was boiling with lust.

  The perfect melon-seed face had a calm and peaceful expression, with a hint of sadness subtly revealed between her long eyelashes, where a tiny drop of water hung, her tranquil demeanor, a touch of blush on her cheeks, inexplicably giving people a sense of serenity in their hearts.

  Perhaps it was because Xuan Yuan would occasionally sneak a peek at Zhao's widow while she bathed, his gaze following the curve of her face to her chest, taking in the pair of delicate hands that lay carelessly by her side, the slender waist, and the snow-white dress that fell to just above her knees, revealing a pair of lustrous feet. From the outline of the dress, one could imagine the long, straight legs that lay beneath.

  Boom, boom, Xuan Yuan felt his own violent heartbeat. Although he didn't know who the woman in front of him was, this was his home and she was actually sleeping on his bed. It was a bit improper, but since it was improper, then so be it. Xuan Yuan plucked up his courage, feeling a bit tense, and stepped onto the magic wolf skin rug on the floor one step at a time.

  Xuanyuan's mouth was foaming with rage as he bellowed:

  "Butts, haven't seen butts yet, the old beggar said that butts should be as round as the full moon..."

  All passionate vows were thrown away by Xuan Yuan in an instant.

  Xuanyuan held his breath and walked forward step by step. The woman's off-the-shoulder silk dress, due to her sideways position, squeezed out a deep cleavage, and the tight-fitting dress outlined her perfect buttocks. As Xuanyuan approached the woman, he caught a whiff of natural body scent emanating from her, which was refreshing and intoxicating.

  "Perfect... this is perfect... thank the heavens, you're indeed fair, to have sent me such a beautiful woman out of nowhere."

  Xuanyuan's heart was racing, he stretched out his hand and gently pushed the woman's arm. As soon as he touched her jade-like arm, Xuanyuan burst into tears again, thanking heaven.

  "Even the best tactile sensation is nothing more than this, it's perfect, so smooth..."

  Suppressing his excited and boiling soul, Xuan Yuan coughed slightly and said in a somewhat unnatural soft voice:

  "Miss, wake up, miss..."

  In the midst of this mosquito-like calling, Xuan Yuan originally didn't plan to really wake up the woman, but he didn't expect that she would actually wake up. A pair of beautiful eyes suddenly opened, giving off an indescribable emptiness, as if a spirit, full of endless charm and temptation. However, the woman's expression was cold. Xuan Yuan only felt a flash in front of his eyes, without even seeing the woman's movements clearly, he just felt a pain on his forehead, and flew out, floating like an immortal, rolling two or three times. Xuan Yuan got up with a loud noise, one hand covering his forehead, the other pointing at the icy beauty in front of him, roaring:

  "You murdered your husband..."

  The beauty in the frost looked at the silly boy in front of her and smiled sweetly, a smile that could conquer cities and countries.

  Xuan Yuan, who was originally extremely angry, suddenly became stupid, and his anger disappeared. The woman in front of him, regardless of her fairy-like appearance, at least to Xuan Yuan, did not seem to be a bad person, but rather a good one.