PFC Chapter 506 I desperately want to improve.
Chapter 506 I desperately want to improve.
Over the next few days, Lin Chen got used to it.
Every day, different women take advantage of him in various ways.
He was like a bee that had fallen into a honey pot, unable to fly out, and unwilling to fly out.
To be honest, Lin Chen was somewhat addicted.
How can I describe this feeling?
You know it's not good, but you just can't stop.
Girls smile at you, act coquettishly towards you, are nice to you, and...
Wherever you go, someone will wait on you. If you want tea, someone will pour it for you; if you want fruit, someone will peel it for you; if you want music, someone will play it; if you want... um...
Moreover, these girls are all incredibly beautiful, incredibly charming, and incredibly alluring.
Lin Chen sometimes thought—
It's only been a few days, and I'm already like this.
If I stay for a month, will I be able to leave?
The answer is clear: you can't escape.
Lan Fenghuang saw it all, but said nothing.
It's not that she didn't want to talk about it, it's that she knew it would be useless.
That's how men are; the more you try to stop them, the more they'll push themselves.
It's better to let him have his fun; he'll naturally settle down eventually.
Lingbo saw it all, but said nothing.
She didn't care who Lin Chen slept with, as long as he didn't mistreat her, nothing else mattered.
Chi Meng saw all this, but said nothing.
She didn't care how reckless Lin Chen was; all she cared about was how to successfully conceive a child. Nothing else mattered.
……
Liu Yu had been keeping a close eye on Lin Chen's actions in the valley.
Ever since that great battle, Liu Yu had developed feelings for Lin Chen.
It wasn't about developing feelings for him, but rather about wanting to cultivate together with Lin Chen.
Her cultivation has long since stagnated. If only she could cultivate with the unfathomable Lin Chen once.
Liu Yu couldn't imagine how much improvement she could expect.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Liu Yu realized that although she was not quite as good as Yan Ruyu, she was not bad either.
Liu Yu made up her mind, stood up, straightened her clothes, and went out the door.
Zhao Ming sat by the window in the next room, holding a glass of wine, looking at the sea of flowers outside, lost in thought.
He heard the sound of the door opening next door and footsteps fading into the distance, then picked up his wine glass and took a sip.
Wine is bitter.
When Liu Yu found Lin Chen, Lin Chen was standing by the sea of flowers, with his hands behind his back, looking at the sunset in the distance.
In reality, he was using his divine sense to investigate the situation at home.
Liu Yu walked over and stood next to Lin Chen, watching the sunset side by side.
"Young Master Lin," Liu Yu spoke first, her voice soft.
Lin Chen withdrew his divine sense and glanced at Liu Yu.
She was a mid-stage Celestial Immortal, dressed in a light purple dress, her hair tied in a bun, and a faint smile on her face.
She was younger than Yan Ruyu, but her face had the mature charm of a young woman.
Although she wasn't as beautiful as Yan Ruyu, she wasn't far off.
However, Lin Chen didn't have that idea. He nodded politely, "Elder Liu."
Looking at the setting sun in the distance, Liu Yu stated his purpose directly:
"Young Master Lin, I wish to cultivate with you."
There was no preamble, no probing, no beating around the bush.
"Huh?" Lin Chen was taken aback.
Liu Yu turned to look at Lin Chen, her face completely calm:
"I've discussed it with Zhao Ming, and he agrees."
Lin Chen's lips twitched.
"He agreed?"
"right."
"..."
Lin Chen opened his mouth, as if to say, "Are you sure you're not joking?"
But Liu Yu's expression told him that she was serious.
"The Hehuan Sect's cultivation methods are beneficial and harmless when used in dual cultivation." Liu Yu paused for a moment. "Your cultivation level is far above mine. If I could cultivate with you once, it would be equivalent to a hundred years of my arduous cultivation."
Lin Chen fell silent. Damn it, you can't talk like that. Aren't you going to ask me if I'm willing or not?
"Zhao Ming is next door," Liu Yu continued. "He won't bother us."
Lin Chen hesitated for a moment.
He wanted to say "no," "this is not appropriate," and "don't drag me into your affairs with your partner."
But his mind was filled with—
Zhao Ming is next door.
He knew that his Daoist partner was going to cultivate with another man.
He lives right next door.
They agreed.
Lin Chen took a deep breath.
These two are truly toxic; even the Hehuan Sect is sick!
Liu Yu looked at Lin Chen, waiting for his answer.
The setting sun shone on her face, turning it orange-red, and her eyes reflected the light of the setting sun.
She stood very close, so close that Lin Chen could smell her fragrance.
It's not the scent of cosmetics, but the unique natural fragrance of a mature woman.
Unlike the cloyingly sweet scent of young girls, this scent is more mellow and has more layers of complexity.
Lin Chen remained silent, two little figures fighting in his mind.
A little man said, "No, that's not right. She already has a partner."
Another little person said, "Their relationship has already been agreed upon, why are you worrying about it?"
The first little person said, "That won't work either, it's not suitable."
The second little man said, "Why is it inappropriate? Dual cultivation is cultivation, not anything else."
The first little figure said, "Who are you trying to fool?"
The second little man said, "I am stating the truth."
Lin Chen closed his eyes, then opened them again.
"OK."
He didn't know why he said that word.
Liu Yu smiled, not a reserved smile, but a smile of "I've succeeded."
She reached out, took Lin Chen's arm, and pulled him towards her room.
Zhao Ming sat in the next room, holding a glass of wine.
He had already drunk more than half a pot of wine, his face was slightly flushed, but his eyes were still clear.
He heard the door next door open.
They came in after hearing footsteps.
I heard low voices.
I couldn't hear what was being said, but I could hear the tone of voice—very soft, very gentle, and with a smile.
Then there was a soft sound, like someone being pushed onto the bed.
Zhao Ming's hand trembled, and a few drops of wine spilled onto the table.
He stared at the few drops of wine for two seconds, then picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp.
I poured another cup.
He drank one cup after another, very quickly.
The commotion next door was getting louder and louder.
The sound came through the walls, muffled, but every syllable was clearly audible.
Zhao Ming's face grew paler and paler, and the fingers holding the wine glass turned white, with the knuckles protruding.
He lowered his head, looked at the wine in his glass, and gave a bitter smile.
He himself didn't know what he was laughing at.
Laughing at myself for being magnanimous?
Laughing at his own incompetence?
Laugh at the rules of this sect?
Or is it something else you're laughing at?
The commotion next door lasted for two whole hours.
Two hours.
Zhao Ming got completely drunk and fell asleep on the table.
Perhaps only when drunk can one forget that their beloved Daoist partner of a thousand years is cultivating with someone else.
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It was already dark when Lin Chen came out of Liu Yu's room.
He straightened his robes; his hair was a little messy, and there was a faint fragrance on his collar.
Lin Chen stood in the corridor, took a deep breath, and looked towards Zhao Ming's room.
The door was closed, the light was on, but it was very quiet inside.
There was no sound, no movement, not even the sound of breathing could be heard.
Lin Chen stood at the door, about to knock.
He raised his hand, then lowered it again.
He didn't know what to say.
sorry?
That's so hypocritical. You've already done it, why are you apologizing?
Your wife is nice?
That's so annoying!
If these words were spoken, wouldn't they force Zhao Ming to fight desperately?
Are you OK?
Even more deserving of a beating.
Don't you know whether other people have something to say or not?
Lin Chen thought about it and decided that it was best not to say anything.
Turned around and left.
Anyway, it was Liu Yu who took the initiative, and he reciprocated.