Ice, floating on the water.

There was obviously only ice in the ice cellar.

The ice melts quickly.

Because there is a coffin of ice in the ice cellar.

In the coffin, a woman was sleeping.

And now, the woman sleeping inside slowly opened her eyes...

She woke up, it took a little longer than expected, but she finally woke up.

There was no such thing as an ice cellar. She did not go in because there was only water in the ice cellar.

There is no need to go in, because people inside will always come out.

The ice cellar door opened.

There was no one left outside the ice cellar.

Bu Cun was slightly startled, then smiled helplessly.

The person who walked out was not a woman, but a person wearing a raincoat, neither fat nor thin, with a very standard male figure.

This man was wearing a bamboo hat, which was held down so low that only his chin could barely be seen, but in fact he couldn't see his chin because all he could see was his thick beard.

Coir raincoat, bamboo hat, straw sandals, coarse cloth pantyhose.

There is also a sword hanging on his waist, a rusty broken iron sword. Throw it on the side of the road. Even a newbie may not be willing to bend down to pick up the broken iron sword. If you sell it as scrap metal, you may be able to sell it for two cents. It is only enough to buy it.

A steamed bun.

"It seems that you are very energetic." Bu Cun sighed helplessly.

Under the bamboo hat, a cold voice came out. It sounded very much like Xiao Jian, but Wu Cun knew that the person in front of him was certainly not Xiao Jian.

"The rivers and lakes are dangerous, and the spirit is the necessary state to walk in the rivers and lakes. You are beautiful, and you don't look like an ordinary person. There must be something wrong with a wandering swordsman like me."

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Chapter completed!