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Chapter 1513: I'm just sitting around doing nothing (Heating is a good companion in winter)
Swords, spears, halberds, and all kinds of weapons suddenly appeared at this moment, stabbing at Duanmu Huai. The latter just sat there, looking at these Jianghu people coldly.

Then, Duanmu Huai moved.

A pair of big hands stretched forward, directly meeting the cold light in front of him. It seemed that in the next moment, these arms would be cut, torn, and chopped off.

However, it is not.

"Clang clang clang clang clang!!"

No matter what weapon it was, it bounced back and shattered as soon as it touched Duanmu Huai's hands. Everyone felt that their weapons had not hit a person, but a thick stone wall. The rebounding force not only broke their weapons, but also made everyone feel numb all over as if they were struck by lightning, and they were almost unable to move.

At the same time, Duanmu Huai's fists had already arrived in front of them.

"boom!"

No one knew what had happened. All they knew was that after a thunderous roar, dozens of martial artists surrounding Duanmu Huai flew backwards. Their bodies began to disintegrate in mid-air, as if they had been smashed and destroyed by something. Then, one by one, their broken bodies slammed into the walls of the inn, splashing blood, adding a heavy touch to the scene.

Duanmu Huai stood there, motionless, without even a trace of blood on his body. With him as the center, the bloodstains around him formed a splashing circular mark. Duanmu Huai just stood there, clenched his fists, and stared at the little brat who was hiding behind the Jianghu guests.

Then he walked towards the little brat.

"No, no, don't come over here!"

At this moment, the little brat's face was pale and sweat was pouring down. He was trembling and shouting, and he backed away. But his legs went weak and he just sat down on the ground.

"What do you want to do? I'm just a child! I, I just said the wrong thing...!"

As he spoke, the little brat knelt on the ground.

"I'm sorry, my dear, I was wrong. I just thought you knew Li Xunhuan, so I mistakenly thought you were an accomplice of the Plum Blossom Thief. I didn't mean it..."

Duanmu Huai turned a deaf ear to the little brat's pleas for mercy. He just stared at the little brat, step by step, and then another step.

"Li, Li Xunhuan!"

Perhaps realizing that he could not escape from the man in front of him, the little brat screamed.

"Save me, save me! I don't want to die. Mom will be very sad if she knows I'm dead!"

Hearing the little kid's wailing, the man sighed silently and stood up.

"Brother..."

However, it was too late.

Duanmu Huai stepped on the thin body of the little brat and knocked him to the ground. Then he exerted a little force, and the next moment, accompanied by a "gurgling" and unformed wailing, the little brat fell to the ground. His eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, his whole body was inseparable from the ground, his internal organs mixed with blood flowed out of the little brat's mouth, and his eyeballs bulged out of his eye sockets. He left the world with an expression of misery and despair.

Duanmu Huai didn't even look at the corpse. He turned around and was about to leave. At this moment, the man's voice sounded behind him.

"Brother, don't you think it's too much? He is just a child, and a child who doesn't know martial arts."

"What does it have to do with me?"

Duanmu Huai turned his head and looked at Li Xunhuan in front of him with disdain.

"Anyone who dares to attack me will die, regardless of gender, age or status. He is not the first, nor will he be the last. Anyone who dares to provoke me will die."

"Then you will face more troubles than these."

Li Xunhuan shook his head.

"Western Shaolin, Baidao Sect, Shuzhong Sword Sect...they are not ordinary jianghu people, but prominent figures in each sect. If they die here, their brothers, families, and disciples will definitely not let you go."

"Oh."

Duanmu Huai replied silently, without any sadness or joy.

"More importantly...you shouldn't have killed that child."

Li Xunhuan raised his head and looked at Duanmu Huai. The knife was already in his hand.

Romantic Swordsman!

However, Duanmu Huai didn't care at all and even sneered.

"So what if you kill him? You want to avenge him? Then there will be one more body here, and it definitely won't be mine."

Duanmu Huai looked down at Li Xunhuan, with a hint of mockery and disdain on his face.

"Little Li Feidao, that's all you are. You are just a spineless wimp and a sissy."

As he spoke, Duanmu Huai lowered his head, moved closer to Li Xunhuan, and stared at him.

"I can only say that your choice is worthy of your suffering. Everything you have now is what you deserve."

"…………………"

Li Xunhuan looked at Duanmu Huai with a calm expression, neither sad nor happy.

"See, I knew it was like this."

Duanmu Huai chuckled.

"You don't love Lin Shiyin, and you don't care about Long Xiaoyun. You only care about yourself, a boring clown... really boring." Duanmu Huai shook his head, then turned and walked out of the inn.

Until his tall figure disappeared outside the inn, Xiao Li Feidao did not shoot out from Li Xunhuan's hand.

At this moment, it is already late at night.

"Oh, what a coward."

Walking out of the inn, looking at the darkness outside, Duanmu Huai stretched. As for the corpses, someone would naturally clean them up. After all, in this world, it was normal for a few lives to be lost in the inn. The waiter knew how to follow the procedures, so he didn't need to worry about it.

But Li Xunhuan...is just as bad as I thought.

Thinking of this, Duanmu Huai snorted coldly.

When he first read the novel, he didn't like Li Xunhuan, a fussy and stupid guy, because Li Xunhuan always reminded Duanmu Huai of those romance novels that the girls in his class forced him to read when he was in school. The routines in the novels were basically like this: the heroine was very weak and cowardly, and then she was betrayed, everything was taken away from her, she was framed, and she even had a miscarriage, or simply became paralyzed on one side. In any case, it was a tragic story.

However, it was so tragic that the heroine still didn't say a word, didn't mention a word, and then died in such a miserable way, or others thought she was dead.

Then those who persecuted her discovered the truth and found out that the heroine was wronged. They began to cry bitterly and were extremely sad. They wished they could exchange their own lives for the heroine's life.

When Duanmu Huai saw this kind of plot, he always felt it was stupid.

Even if you were wronged, don't you plan to fight back? Are you just like a taciturn person, thinking "he won't believe it anyway" and "this is for his own good", and then you feel comfortable just to let yourself die of injustice?

It even made Duanmu Huai wonder if all women are hidden M, the kind that feel uncomfortable if they don't smoke. I'm not happy with you in a nice way, but if I have to hit you in the face with a few big slaps, will you kneel down and talk nicely?
Otherwise, why would I be so addicted to watching this kind of plot?

When watching Li Xunhuan, Duanmu Huai was reminded of the heroines in these romance novels.

They are all the same fucking character.

Narcissistic to the point of perversion.

That’s right, in Duanmu Huai’s opinion, Li Xunhuan didn’t love Lin Shiyin at all.

Although in the novel, Li Xunhuan seems to be willing to sacrifice his life for Lin Shiyin, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that Li Xunhuan doesn't care about Lin Shiyin's thoughts at all.

Otherwise, why would he let the two of them become husband and wife just because Long Xiaoyun liked Lin Shiyin?
Have you asked Lin Shiyin what she thinks?

Of course not, brothers are like limbs and women are like clothes.

So Duanmu Huai felt sick seeing Li Xunhuan's miserable look due to love trouble. It was obviously you who did this on purpose. Who are you showing your misery to now?

Of course, it’s for you to see.

Ah, for my brother, I even abandoned the woman I loved. How affectionate, how painful, how great, how noble I am...

If this doesn’t make sense, put it in context.

Your mother forces you to do things you don't like, and then says to you with a painful face, "I'm doing this for your own good, why don't you understand me?"

How do you feel?
The same thing happened when Li Xunhuan married Lin Shiyin to Long Xiaoyun.

"I married you to Long Xiaoyun for your own good. This way you will be happy."

It's all bullshit.

Is happiness or not determined by you, Li Xunhuan? It seems that Lin Shiyin has no right to decide, right?

As for the fact that Li Xunhuan would die for Lin Shiyin, Duanmu Huai really had no doubt about it, because this would make Li Xunhuan even more narcissistic.

Even if the woman I love doesn't love me, I am willing to give my life for her. Look how great I am... This is pretty much my psychological state.

Just like those old mothers, I work hard for my child's life. Even if he doesn't like to eat, I will cook the best dishes. This is my love for him. Even if he doesn't understand, my love for him is dedicated and sincere, and that's enough!

That’s right, in the final analysis, when you move heaven and earth, aren’t you the one who is moved?
It’s a pity that Li Xunhuan didn’t take action just now, otherwise Duanmu Huai would really want to kill this sissy who thinks of herself as the heroine of a romance novel.

However, what he just said makes a lot of sense.

Duanmu Huai reached out and touched his chin, thinking.

Indeed, in martial arts novels, revenge is very popular in the Jianghu, and people often hunt for revenge for decades. If those Jianghu people are well-known and prominent figures, then there must be many people who come to seek revenge under their banner.

"Why………"

Thinking of this, Duanmu Huai sighed silently and raised his head.

In general martial arts novels, the person being hunted at this time either finds a powerful backer or hides away. After all, a person's power is limited.

However, Duanmu Huai decided not to follow the beaten path.

He suddenly remembered the routines he had read in martial arts novels before.

The protagonist beats up a younger one, and then an older one pops out. After beating up the older one, the leader pops out. After beating up the leader, the ancestor in seclusion pops out. After beating up the ancestor in seclusion,...what pops out next?
Why not give it a try?
Thinking of this, Duanmu Huai made a decision.

Since I have nothing to do anyway, I might as well go to Xiwulin and have some killing to my heart's content.

He wanted to kill all those who wanted to seek revenge on him. He wanted to see how many people in Xiwulin were enough for him to kill.

(End of this chapter)