At Least at This Moment, He Belonged Only to Me

Duan Yun began setting the mountain on fire.

He was burning Meat Mountain.

Once Meat Mountain caught fire, it gave off a strange fragrance.

The scent resembled sugar-roasted chestnuts, yet it also carried a wonderfully elusive aroma. It was remarkably pleasant.

Standing at the very front, Duan Yun inhaled the most of it.

At that moment, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

There was something wrong with this fragrance!

Because he felt something was wrong with himself.

Qing Yu moved closer and said, "There's something wrong with this scent too."

"Let's get out first," Duan Yun said.

This was an underground cavern. Though it was vast, once smoke filled it, they would turn into incense-smoked dried chickens.

On the way in, they had focused only on chasing their enemies. Only on the way back did they realize just how far they had come.

The farther outward the two went, the stronger that strange scent became.

Then, a violent commotion suddenly came from behind them.

Turning back, they saw Second Sect Master Wang Xiaofeng and Third Sect Master Cao Wang already pressed together.

They gazed at each other with deep affection. Wang Xiaofeng, she of the four eyebrows, was even making sounds like, "Little Wang-Wang," and "Little Wang Cub."

The sight was undoubtedly eye-searing, even more eye-searing than the smoke.

The key was that despite already being like that, they would occasionally cry out, "I want to be a great hero!"

If Duan Yun's own physical reaction had not been so intense, he would have gone back and beaten them up.

Who shouted such lofty slogans while doing this sort of thing?

In truth, it was not only Wang Xiaofeng and Cao Wang.

When Duan Yun had started burning the mountain, Little Mountain City had begun spewing ash again—more ash than