Rumble-
Splatter, splatter...
Thunder and rain battered the grounds outside the Demon-Suppressing Mausoleum, but inside, all was deathly silent.
Xie Jinhuan's mind was muddled. He had no idea where or when he was. Only after someone patted his cheek a few times did his consciousness return, and the images endlessly flashing through his memories faded away with it. A faint bewilderment rose in his heart:
How did I fall asleep...?
What was I doing just now...?
Oh, right, I dug open the Demon-Suppressing Mausoleum...
Holy shit!
Thank goodness I'm not dead...
Like a dying invalid suddenly jolting upright in bed, Xie Jinhuan shot up and swiftly looked around, wanting to see whether Great Qian had blown up. But as soon as he sat up, he discovered that he was lying inside the soft, comfortable Demon-Suppressing Coffin, with a figure standing beside him, watching him with a frown.
The figure wore tea-green Daoist robes and a jade crown atop her head. Her robes swelled magnificently at the chest, their low neckline offering a faint glimpse of cleavage, but both her figure and cheeks were soft and rounded. Her face looked like that of a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl, and her large eyes were full of spirit.
Most distinctive of all was her head of snowy hair, while the air about her brows carried something of a mature woman's character, mellowed by the years. Hmm...
A baby-faced, busty, white-haired little auntie?
Xie Jinhuan's expression stiffened slightly. He looked around.
"Uh... miss, who are you?"
The white-haired Daoist nun's gaze was like that of a succubus atop a mountain peak, though her appearance and bearing could not quite support that imposing air.
"Oh my~ You don't even recognize your big sister after a little nap?"
*?*
Xie Jinhuan recognized that tone, but as