There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 609, The Country Knight and the Tower Princess
The fight had reached its limit, mainly because the arena had also reached its limit. This turbulent world, surging and boiling like water being boiled, could no longer support the two guys fighting.

Xiao Yang swayed unsteadily, a grin spreading across his face, while the figure in front of him gasped for breath.

Perhaps one question is particularly important to that thunder giant at this moment.

He raised his head, his anger subsiding before a look of astonishment spreading across his face, staring intently at the seemingly invincible figure before him.

A problem has arisen, a very important problem has arisen.

"Who is He?"

Such a thought arises.

Xiao Yang did not answer the question; after saying those words, he simply turned his back on the person he was talking to.

He didn't say anything, he just left with his back turned.

He opened a door and then disappeared.

I looked up, gazing at that figure with a somewhat bewildered expression.

"why?"

A second question arose.

The next time He saw Xiao Yang, it would be at an important meeting of the heavens.

He, who has always been proud and domineering, originally did not intend to participate in that meeting, but he might still be found out and beaten up for no reason.

That stagnation made Him change His mind.

The guy who had come looking for him was in a terrible state, seriously injured. But he wasn't much better off; his face and the area around his eyes were swollen, one side representing war, the other hope.

During that meeting, He saw that strange fellow again, looking at that inexplicable guy sitting in the representative position of the Radiant World.

He finally understood the meaning of those words.

"now what?"

The two stared at each other for a moment.

He didn't know why such a strange creature would suddenly appear in that already rotten and stinking world.

"What a madman!"

These words became a sigh of astonishment.

………….

His injuries hadn't even healed for a few days before he was back in this miserable state, and this time it was even more serious.

The entire body, from skin to muscles to bones, was covered with a layer of fine lightning patterns. These were the Dao wounds that were deeply engraved and difficult to erase. Even the flesh and skin that grew back after melting were not exempt from this.

"Like a shaved lightning squirrel."

Every now and then, a fine layer of lightning would burst forth from his body.

It would be a lie to say it didn't hurt; I was just being extra stubborn.

It's time to recuperate once again.

Lena discovered the pitiful state of her great hero.

I don't know when, but someone came here carrying a special ointment.

This ointment is truly special, with its unique silver color.

Xiao Yang had seen similar colors before.

Speaking of which, there are two beings in the City of Hope who represent themselves with the color silver: the Silver Tree and the Goddess of Rest.

Although they are both silver, there are still some subtle differences in the details.

The silver of the Silver Tree is sharper, while that of the Goddess of Rest carries a more tranquil feeling.

The silver color of the ointment in Lena's hand leans more towards the serene elegance of a goddess.

As Lena approached, the guy who had been lying on the chair like a dead fish suddenly sat up.

He straightened his expression.

"I'm fine!"

An elegant tray was placed on the table.

The first thing handed to me was a cup of black tea.

Xiao Yang took it, and during this process, lightning erupted from his body, striking Lena's hand, causing her to cry out in surprise. Her outstretched arm retracted like a spring.

This time, the tone was no longer so certain.

"I'm fine... really!"

For some reason, Xiao Yang always felt inexplicably inferior when facing Lena, even though he had just done something unimaginable.

It's hard to describe the feeling, but Xiao Yang was vaguely starting to understand it.

"It feels like I'm being cared for by an old woman."

He thought to himself, "This is a bit troublesome. If Lena knew what I was thinking, she would definitely smash a tray into Xiao Yang's face the next second."

He poured the black tea into his mouth and faced Lena's gaze. Not long after, an irresistible drowsiness suddenly overwhelmed him.

He kept emphasizing that sentence.

Besides being stubborn, this guy also really dislikes others worrying about him, which is a typical scar left by a lack of love.

Subconsciously resisting being noticed by others and afraid of bothering others, yet taking it for granted what one does or gives.

"A particularly awkward guy."

But perhaps it was precisely this awkwardness that allowed him to emerge from those bizarre and fantastical experiences.

He fell into a deep sleep without realizing it, slumped over the table, a situation that shouldn't have happened, given his exaggeratedly high level of mental acuity and the rationality that came with it.

"Perhaps they didn't sense the danger, or didn't expect it?"

A hand slowly approached the drowsy man.

In a particularly complex gaze.

If Xiao Yang were still awake in the blur, he would definitely be able to see something.

It was a very familiar feeling.

It came from a fleeting glimpse of a figure.

Time has indeed buried many stories.

The figure sleeping in the crystal coffin was not actually a real body, or rather, not entirely her, just like the relationship between Xiao Yang and Him.

In fact, many places demonstrate this truth.

Whether it's the lavender sachet that has emerged from the spider web, or that all-too-familiar name.

"Lenacia, Lena."

It's a pity that while Xiao Yang has a keen sense of perception, his emotional intelligence has never been particularly high.

He lay down soundly on the table, fast asleep. His delicate face and pale skin gave him an even more princess-like appearance.

"sleeping Beauty."

Lena gently extended her hand toward Xiao Yang's face.

As soon as he got close, a series of crackling sounds rang out. These lightning marks gathered on Xiao Yang's body were not ordinary divine remnants, but genuine divine inscriptions from an extremely powerful thunder god.

Rena is in spirit form, so this kind of lightning would be much more damaging to her.

But she did not back down because of this lightning speed.

"She's not afraid."

A transparent, hazy hand gently landed on that pale face.

What was the title of that novel that was found in the saint's boudoir?

"The Country Knight and the Tower Princess".

Lena smiled, a very happy smile, as she touched that pale face.

A soft murmur.

"My knight."

This scene was absolutely beautiful, but unfortunately Xiao Yang was oblivious to the romance.

And one more thing.

"Little Bone is out!"

(End of this chapter)