This little girl actually said that Miss was gentle—Lin Tian was utterly speechless and wondered to himself, if that "grandma" could be considered gentle, then he himself might as well be labeled as tender as water. His own zombified body had been injured for the second time due to her, and Lin Tian couldn’t figure out where on earth that "grandma" had hidden her gentleness.
When Miss lost her temper, she was every bit as fierce as Ning Luoxi, swinging her fists at the drop of a hat.
"Second Miss, let’s just go back, I really can’t handle it when your sister tries to be gentle," Lin Tian said helplessly.
When it came to fighting, Lin Tian found Xiao Manxue even trickier to handle than Ning Luoxi. Ning Luoxi was durable, and taking a few punches from him was no big deal, but Xiao Manxue couldn’t take a beating. Yet, her Sword Qi was capable of damaging his zombie body.
Every time he fought with her, Lin Tian felt clueless on how to approach, worried that hitting too hard might damage her, yet if he hit too lightly, he’d be injured by her Sword Qi. If she ever discovered the secret of his zombie body, it wouldn’t be a pleasant situation.
Thinking of the two women, Miss and Ning Luoxi, Lin Tian recalled gaming terminology: one had high attack, the other high defense. He wondered what would happen if they fought each other.
However, as a team, they’d be perfect for tackling dungeons and defeating bosses in games. Just thinking about the two crazy women fighting a boss made Lin Tian chuckle uncontrollably.
"Lin Tian, are you thinking about my sister? You’re laughing in such a sleazy way," Xiao Manxuan glared at him, her gaze filled with contempt for Lin Tian’s lecherous smile.
"No, no..." Lin Tian feigned composure, his face all serious, then he straightened up and walked out chest-out.
The little girl humphed twice at him, then turned around and waved goodbye to the female bartender. "Bye-bye, pretty sister. The juice you made was really tasty—teach me next time, okay?"
"Goodbye Sister Xiao. Next time you come, I guarantee you’ll learn," the female bartender said fondly, smiling as she bid farewell to the pretty young girl.
Getting into the car and hitting the road, Lin Tian checked the time—it was already close to midnight. He had dinner at Fang Ming’s house, then went to the bar and dealt with a bunch of trouble, and before he realized it, it was nearly 12 am.
Before even reaching Xiao Mansion, Lin Tian saw from a distance a person standing at the entrance—a woman. She was dressed in a white gauze dress with a white silk sash around her waist, accentuating her slender waist, the skirt fluttering in the night breeze, like a fairy soaring on the wind.
The most striking thing was the longsword she carried on her back, making her look as if she had stepped out of ancient times.
This outfit somehow looked like it belonged to Miss’s master. Lin Tian paused, and upon closer inspection, it wasn’t some beautiful master at all but Xiao Manxue, this woman playing tricks.
"It’s over, it’s my sister, I’m definitely getting scolded," Xiao Manxuan stuck out her cute tongue, her face looking distressed.
"What’s there to worry about? Speaking of which, Miss wearing this white outfit in the middle of the night, isn’t she afraid of scaring someone? People who don’t know her might think she’s a female ghost crawling out of some grave," Lin Tian muttered dismissively.
Xiao Manxuan was not pleased with the label "female ghost" and glared as she retorted, "What female ghost? Have you ever seen such a beautiful female ghost? This dress is so pretty, others wish they could wear it but can’t—it’s unique to my sister’s sect."
What’s so unique about that? It’s just a sect uniform, Lin Tian still wasn’t impressed. These days, which profession doesn’t have a uniform? Flight attendants in their standard outfit of a blazer, scarf, and stockings; students’ uniforms of shirts, skirts, and suits; even the sharp and striking female police outfit—each one special and good-looking.
"You jerk, what’s with that expression? Everything I said is true; Big Sister’s clothes are really special, and you can’t buy them with money." Xiao Manxuan was very dissatisfied with Lin Tian’s expression and said hastily.
"What’s so special about them? Are they voice-controlled? If I say ’off,’ does the dress automatically come off?" Lin Tian’s imagination ran wild as he spoke, his tone as sleazy as could be.
"You..." Xiao Manxuan, with teeth and claws bared wanting to pinch Lin Tian, restrained herself from interfering with his driving and could only puff up with irritation and humph, "Humph, just a short-haired guy with little to no experience. Let me tell you, the material used to make this dress is absolutely unique."
"What kind of material? Is it made of gold threads?" Lin Tian asked without giving it much thought.
The little girl chuckled proudly and said, "Correct, it is made of gold threads, but not ordinary gold threads; these are black-gold threads! The entire fabric of the dress is woven from ice silk and black-gold threads. The white part on the outside is made from ice silk, and there’s a lining made of black-gold threads... "
"Stop, stop... you’re making my head spin. What’s ice silk, black-gold threads? I’ve never even heard of those things." Lin Tian felt overwhelmed by these bizarre terms that seemed to come out of nowhere, complicating a simple dress conversation.
"You don’t understand, do you? Actually, I don’t understand much either. I only know that ice silk is produced by the ice silkworms. They say it’s impervious to fire and water. As for black-gold threads, I have no clue. You should ask Big Sister about that." Xiao Manxuan was feeling quite smug, but then she tilted her pretty face and thought for a while, realizing her own knowledge was limited, and bashfully stuck out her cute little tongue.
Ice silkworms? Lin Tian vaguely recalled some of the books he had read. The Xiao family had a rich collection of ancient texts. Among them, "Collection of Lost Artifacts" mentioned ice silkworms.
Ice silkworms, seven inches long, black, with horns and scales. They cover themselves with frost and snow, then spin cocoons one foot long, colorful. When woven into brocade, it does not get wet in water, and if thrown into fire, it does not burn overnight.
The text suggested that fabric spun from ice silk cocoon threads remains dry in water and unburned in fire. Lin Tian thought such records in ancient books were deceptive, but apparently, they existed in reality. However, the cocoon in the record was colorful, while Xiao Manxue’s dress was clearly white. Lin Tian didn’t have time to ponder the discrepancy, as they had arrived at the door.
After parking the car, Lin Tian walked out with Xiao Manxuan, while the little girl hid behind likely afraid Big Sister might get angry. Xiao Manxue was standing at the door with an expressionless face, indeed looking angry.
However, Lin Tian wasn’t concerned about whether she was angry or not. Instead, he was curious about the magical properties of ice silk. Now that it was right in front of him, he certainly wanted to get a clear understanding.
So, before Xiao Manxue got a chance to get angry, Lin Tian hurried over and said, "Miss, don’t say anything, just stand still and let me feel it."
As he spoke, Lin Tian reached out to touch Xiao Manxue, completely oblivious to the ambiguity of his words. Xiao Manxuan covered her face from behind; this was adding fuel to the fire.
"Hmph..." Xiao Manxue hmphed and stepped back a few steps to dodge Lin Tian’s wicked hand.
"Hey, Miss, don’t dodge. I just want to touch it for a second to feel what it’s like. Don’t be so mean," Lin Tian shouted discontentedly and then pursued her, reaching out to touch again.
Lin Tian intended to feel the fabric on her arm, but Xiao Manxue assumed something else entirely; she thought Lin Tian had gone crazy and was behaving indecently AGAIN.
"Kang..." With a resonating hum, Xiao Manxue drew her longsword from behind and swiftly slashed at Lin Tian’s advancing hand.
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