A Man in Another World: The Yellow-Haired Warrior Who Infiltrated Pure Love

The original hut had been demolished, and Yong-tae no longer had the energy to build a new place to live, so it was only natural for him to ask for lodging.

Yuan Hua stopped at the doorway of the room.

Even if he didn't come to find Yong-tae, Yong-tae would still come to him, because the last letter mentioned that the letters would be sent regularly to the address mentioned before, which is Yuan Hua's mailbox.

This was the only way he could find out about Hannah's situation.

"Brother Yong-tae, open the door, it's me."

Yuan Hua knocked on the door.

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The door opened, and Yuan Hua was stunned for a moment, almost not recognizing him. Yong Tai, who was in his early twenties, looked like he was in his forties, with a stubble beard, disheveled clothes, and heavy dark circles under his eyes that were cloudy and lifeless...

Even old Jess, sitting in the yard basking in the sun, looks more energetic than him.

"Yongtai, are you alright?"

Yuan Hua wanted to slap himself for asking that question; he was just being deliberately obtuse.

"I'm fine... just a little tired..."

Yong-tae shook his head slightly...

"Another package has arrived, specifically requesting that it be delivered to you."

Yuan Hua took the photographic stone out of his pocket and placed it in Yong Tai's hand.

Who is the delivery person?

Yong-tae's eyes flashed with danger...

"Wearing all black, I didn't recognize him; he probably isn't a legitimate deliveryman."

Yuan Hua shrugged.

"Black clothes... perhaps it's a delivery order..."

Yong-tae let out a long sigh...

Yuan Hua nodded helplessly and turned to leave.

"The items have been delivered. I'll be going now."

"Walk slowly."

……

"A photo-recording stone..."

Yong-tae looked at the recording stone in his hand, and a sense of fear rose up for no reason...

But staring at it all the time wasn't a solution. After closing the doors and windows and drawing the curtains, Yong-tae hesitated for a long time before finally injecting his elemental power into the recording stone.

The projection was projected onto the wall, and lossless sound quality came from the recording stone.

"Dear Mr. Yong-tae, it has been quite a while since I last wrote to you. I'm sure you're very curious about Madam's current situation."

"Is there anything you want to say to your husband? If so, please say it quickly."

"Waaah... Yongtae... save me... they're hitting me... and they won't let me put on my clothes..."

["If they don't come to save me soon, they're going to make me pay for my meals with my body... Waaah..."]

"..."

"No...no...you can't..."

Yong-tae panicked immediately...

"Hannah is mine, no way, one hundred gold coins... one hundred gold coins..."

Yong-Tae picked up the dim photographic stone, rushed outside like a madman, and knelt heavily beside Old Jess, nearly scaring the drowsy old Jess to death!

"You brat! What are you doing?! You're trying to scare me to death!!!"

Chapter 81 Can Faith Be NTR'd Too?

"Village chief! Village chief, save me! Save me, save Hannah!"

Yong-Tae hugged Old Jess's leg, tears welling up in his eyes...

"what's up."

Old Jess frowned and picked Yongtai up.

"Speak slowly, don't rush."

"Hannah has been kidnapped, and they're demanding 100 gold coins for food, otherwise... otherwise..."

Yong-tae suddenly fell silent...

He couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Take it."

Old Jess took a money pouch from a drawer and tossed it into Yong-tae's arms.

"Here's the penalty for breach of contract; you can use it first."

"Thank you, village chief! Thank you, village chief!"

……

"Lilan, you smell so good..."

Seeing Lilan kneeling and praying by the window, Yuan Hua quietly came up behind her and put his arm around her waist.

"Honey, wait a minute, I'm still doing my daily prayer practice."

Lilan slowly opened her eyes, a satisfied smile spreading across her lips, her voice filled with tenderness.

"You continue, I'll go cook first."

Since it's work, I won't bother you any longer; Yuan Hua was quite sensible.

"Wait for me a moment, I'll talk to you after I finish my prayer homework."

After saying that, Lilan closed his eyes again and began to mutter to himself.

"Don't you need to pray?"

Yuan Hua turned around and glanced at Katyusha.

"Yes, I got up early and have already finished."

Katyusha took a bite of the steamed bun in her hand, then pulled Yuan Hua's hand and left the room.

“Your older sister is so good to you. She was very angry when I disturbed her prayers before.”

"Isn't it just closing your eyes and chanting scriptures?"

Tulip was somewhat puzzled.

"Hey! You can say that to me, but don't let my sister hear it."

Katyusha quickly covered Tulip's mouth.

"When you pray, your heart must be sincere. Our will will gradually settle into the embrace of the Goddess of Light during prayer. Imagine you're sleeping soundly in bed and are suddenly pulled awake. How can you be in a good mood?"

“Prayer is a form of spiritual practice for us nuns. My sister is close to a breakthrough recently, so it’s best not to disturb her when she’s praying.”

"Did you hear that, Tulip? Behave yourself."

Yuan Hua pinched Tulip's cheek.

"I'm very well-behaved, okay? What have I done that's wrong?"

Tulip pouted.

"Let's go, let's go. Don't chatter outside someone's room. The soundproofing isn't good."

"..."

……

"No, aren't you nuns supposed to be without desires? Why would you need partners?"

Tulip lay on Katyusha's lap, twisting a Rubik's Cube in her hands.

“We’re not those bald monks, how can we be without desires?”

Katyusha rolled her eyes dramatically.

"We only prohibit marriage, it doesn't mean we are abstinent."

"You have a bad relationship with Buddhism?"

Yuan Hua turned to look at Katyusha.

"Buddhism is a foreign religion, a cultural invasion, a religious invasion. Its followers have been taken away. How can the relationship be good?"

Katyusha rummaged through the cabinet and then pulled out a large cardboard box.

"What's inside?"

Tulips love to join in the fun, so they went straight in.

"Little umbrellas, these are consumables for tonight. I don't know if we'll have enough. If not, I'll ask someone to get me another box."

"Really? What size are you buying?"

The tulip stretched out its fingernail and scraped off the tape.

"Wow, it's pink! Good taste."

Tulip reached out and grabbed a handful; there was an enormous amount.

“Every time I buy this stuff, I have to wear a mask to go shopping. It’s so embarrassing. Yuan Hua, why don’t you prepare some for yourself?”

"I don't like carrying an umbrella."

Yuan Hua leaned his head closer.

"I don't think I'll need it."