Apocalypse: My Apartment Has Traits - Chapter 125 - 113: Gifts Once Again
Chapter 125: Chapter 113: Gifts Once Again
The joyful atmosphere of Wuyin Village, bustling for the entire day, finally settled to its usual tranquility as dusk fell.
After resisting the beast tide last night, a light drizzle fell in the early morning, adding a touch of chill to the air.
As the sky first began to brighten, the wind and rain had already ceased.
In the past, at this time, Su Lin would have already woken up to practice martial arts, but today he indulged in bed, still holding the soft and fragrant body of Su Tongxi tightly in his embrace.
Su Tongxi awoke, her slender fingers gently brushing against his relaxed brow, her almond eyes filled with tenderness and affection, indulging his rare laziness.
“Brother Kirin, you’ve worked hard.” She buried her small face in his neck, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s murmur.
Su Lin was in a deep sleep and did not hear, only muttering unconsciously, his arms tightening further, completely encasing her petite body in his embrace.
Only when the golden sunlight thoroughly bathed the Su family courtyard did Su Lin slowly awaken.
Washing, eating, practicing martial arts, teasing Su Tongxi… After the gloom in his heart had dissipated, except for waking up a few hours later than usual this morning, the day seemed no different from any other.
In the courtyard, Su Lin held a wooden sword, sweating as he practiced against a sturdy wooden stake.
The Thirteen Techniques of the Miao Blade had become more adept in his hands, and between each move, the tension brought on by Zhong Wubin had quietly faded away, replaced by a sense of free-flowing ease.
He sometimes broke down the moves, sometimes combined them at will, and although most of them lacked structure, there were occasional flashes of inspiration that brought clever innovations.
With a clear mind, the mystical state of “Three Blades in an Instant” splitting the bullet revealed a faint comprehension.
Focused on his movements with the wooden sword, beneath his clothes, minute arcs of electricity quietly flickered across his skin.
At this moment, Su Lin caught sight of a few unfamiliar figures outside the courtyard, pausing with a puzzled expression:
“Who might you be…?”
“Young Master Lin! We apologize for the intrusion!”
The leader of the group saw Su Lin approaching and, overwhelmed with excitement, quickly stepped forward and cupped his hands:
“I am Zeng Qingzhou, the captain of the Hunting Group from Sanming Village.”
Su Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, responded briefly, and then led them into the house, asking:
“Captain Zeng, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”
“Ashamed, truly ashamed.”
Zeng Qingzhou beamed, motioning for his attendants to come forward.
They opened gift boxes in front of everyone, revealing neatly arranged various materials inside.
“The Su Family led the effort to clear the Black Scale Demon Cave, a great fortune for the East District! And your creation of this courtyard-style safe house has greatly benefited villages like ours, a deed beyond measure! Our Sanming Village, grateful at heart, has prepared a small gift to express our appreciation. We have already visited Old Su, and now we specifically come to pay our respects to Young Master Lin.”
The scene felt familiar to Su Lin.
Yet, the advantages from other villages were there for the taking.
He did not refuse, welcoming them inside for a brief conversation.
Their words were earnest, praising him and the Su Family to the skies.
After some polite exchanges, Zeng Qingzhou, smiling broadly, took his leave, seemingly as if he himself was the recipient of gifts and praise.
Hardly had he bid farewell to the people of Sanming Village than another visitor arrived.
“Young Master Lin, we are from Qingxi Village. We came specifically to thank you for creating the courtyard safe haven, a blessing for the East District!” The visitors also came bearing gifts, speaking with respect.
Su Lin received them with courtesy.
Thereafter, visitors came in an endless stream; one left, and another arrived, as if each village had secretly scheduled their visitations.
Their offerings were diverse.
Rare materials, ores, equipment, mechanical drawings, and even boxes of currency.
One village, particularly creative, even presented four graceful beauties, each dressed in a black silk, low-cut maid outfit, whose beauty was considered outstanding even prior to the apocalypse, likely earning titles like campus beauty or online celebrity.
However, with Su Lin’s heightened senses, the mixed auras emanating from these women were unmistakable, revealing their well-seasoned and experienced natures.
He inwardly smirked, politely declining.
Su Lin, though susceptible to beauty, was not desperate to such an extent.
After sending these people away, Su Lin exhaled a long breath.
Su Tongxi, on the side, couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Still laughing?” Su Lin playfully pinched her tender cheek, “You really aren’t afraid I’ll bring those four beauties into the house?”
“Not afraid at all.” Su Tongxi’s almond-shaped eyes curved with mischievous amusement, “I know Brother Kirin has high standards; only a peerless beauty like Miss Song could warrant a second glance from you, right?”
“I…”
Before Su Lin could finish, a clear, melodious voice like that of a warbler called out from beyond the courtyard:
“Oh? To be able to catch Young Master Lin’s discerning eye is truly this young lady’s honor.”
Everyone turned towards the voice, seeing Song Yiren walking gracefully forward, her steps as light as lotus petals.
In a simple blue ancient dress that hugged her slim waist delicately, with each movement, her skirt swayed, accentuating the breathtaking curves of her hips and snake-like waist beneath the tightly wrapped skirt.
Beside her was a young girl with an identical appearance and figure, her charming but wilful twin sister, Song Yiyi.
This pair of incomparable lotus sisters appeared at the Su family courtyard, instantly rendering the memory of the previously sexy and alluring beauties mundane and worldly, akin to the distinction between mortals and divine beings.
“Oh!” Su Tongxi exclaimed softly, covering her small mouth, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Her earlier banter had been heard clearly by the very subject of her jest.
Song Yiren, with a charming smile, had already entered the courtyard gracefully.
Song Yiyi followed closely, her eyes quickly glancing over Su Lin, wrinkling her delicate nose, and muttering quietly:
“Hmph, no different from the others, just another lecher.”
These words drifted clearly into Su Tongxi’s ears. Her initial embarrassment quickly faded, and she composed herself, giving the Song Sisters a formal bow:
“Miss Song, I sincerely apologize! What I said just now was a slip of the tongue, merely a jest, and Brother Kirin absolutely meant no disrespect to you two.”
She wasn’t concerned about how others saw her, but she wouldn’t tolerate any ambiguity when it concerned Su Lin’s reputation.
Song Yiren covered her mouth with a light laugh:
“Sister, you exaggerate. Having someone as considerate as you by his side, Young Master Lin is truly fortunate.”
Her tone was gentle, with no hint of displeasure:
“Besides, I spoke sincerely; it is an honor to catch the eye of Young Master Lin.”
Su Tongxi blushed deeper at her praise, bashfully saying:
“Thank you, Sister Yiren, for your understanding.”
“No need to be so formal.”
Song Yiren, seeing her adorable and shy demeanor, grew fond of her, stepping forward to affectionately hold Su Tongxi’s small hand, asking:
“I haven’t asked for your name yet? How old are you this year? To be so exquisite and charming…”
Mentioning ’Linglong’ naturally drew her gaze to Su Tongxi.
When her eyes landed on the proud peaks beneath Su Tongxi’s plain white clothes, so high that even the buttons threatened to come undone, her voice halted for a barely perceptible moment.
Song Yiyi, too, instinctively followed her sister’s gaze downward.
Immediately, she clearly saw the muddy ground in front of her flat toes.
For a second, the air seemed to freeze.
Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com
