PFC Chapter 473 Who Benefited?
Chapter 473 Who Benefited?
Yan Ruyu moved behind Lin Chen, bent down, and brought her lips close to Lin Chen's ear.
Her breath brushed against Lin Chen's earlobe, warm and carrying the scent of wine and a delicate fragrance.
"Young master," Yan Ruyu's voice was alluring, with a melodious tone that could make one's blood melt, "the wine is finished."
Yan Ruyu placed her hand on Lin Chen's shoulder.
Lin Chen's hand had somehow ended up on Yan Ruyu's waist.
The two exchanged a knowing glance, both thinking the same thing:
When did his hand/my hand pass away?
Yan Ruyu's face flushed slightly, not from shyness, but from the alcohol and the desire to dance.
This is the first time in two thousand years that she has so earnestly tried to seduce a man's heart.
Under the moonlight, the two looked into each other's eyes.
No one spoke.
Suddenly, Yan Ruyu lowered her head and gently touched Lin Chen's lips.
Like a dragonfly skimming the water, they part ways in an instant.
She straightened up, looked at Lin Chen, and her eyes held a girlish shyness.
Lin Chen's eyes flickered slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly: Women are truly born actresses!
Then he stood up, put his arm around Yan Ruyu's waist, and leaned down to kiss her.
It wasn't just a fleeting glance; it was a violent storm.
Yan Ruyu closed her eyes and hugged Lin Chen's neck.
There was only one thought in my mind: It's done.
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The night was long.
Yan Ruyu's cultivation level rose like a rocket.
Late-stage Celestial Immortal—whoosh, she went up.
At the peak of the late-stage Celestial Immortal realm—whoosh, it went up again.
The peak of the Celestial Immortal realm—like a flood bursting its banks, it broke through all constraints and surged upwards, unstoppable.
The feeling was like a riverbed that had been dry for thousands of years suddenly being flooded.
Every cell is cheering, every breath is a breakthrough, and every inch of skin is trembling.
Yan Ruyu closed her eyes, a smile playing on her lips, looking blissful, like a child who had secretly eaten honey.
No, it's not a child, it's an old child who's over two thousand years old.
Lin Chen looked down at Yan Ruyu's expression and raised an eyebrow.
"I say, Fairy Yan," Lin Chen's voice was a little hoarse, "now that you've gotten what you wanted, isn't it my turn to enjoy yourself?"
Yan Ruyu opened her eyes, and those eyes were different from before.
Previously, it was aloof, distant, and had a sense of distance.
Now she exudes a seductive charm from the inside out, rippling out like waves on water.
"Don't worry, young master," Yan Ruyu's voice was as soft as cotton candy and as sweet as honey, "I promise I won't let you down."
As she spoke, Yan Ruyu leaned down, her white hair falling down and brushing against Lin Chen's chest.
Lin Chen took a deep breath.
This night.
I guess I won't need to sleep again.
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The neighbor's yard.
Mei Jiu Niang lay on her bed in her room, legs crossed, slowly waving a round fan in her hand.
She sensed her master's aura growing stronger and more complete, and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"I knew you weren't pretending to be so serious." She waved her fan, amusement on her face. "So you just like it when someone makes the first move!"
Mei Jiu Niang paused for a moment, then chuckled softly:
"That makes sense, very few men can resist Master's temptation, let alone a lecher like you?"
After speaking, Mei Jiu Niang turned over, covered her face with the round fan, and chuckled with her eyes closed.
Another room.
Yao Yao lay on her pillow, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
She crumpled the blanket into a ball and hugged it to her chest, burying her face in the pillow, her voice muffled.
"My husband is really something."
"Taking down my master isn't enough."
"Even our grandmaster has been taken down..."
"They're really fast."
Yao Yao flipped the pillow over, pressing its cool surface against her flushed face, and muttered:
"You didn't even offer to help me out. I want to experience the feeling of my cultivation level skyrocketing too..."
Lan Fenghuang sat at the table.
I've been studying the information about the Gu God Temple on the table.
As for what happened between Lin Chen and Yan Ruyu, she didn't care and wasn't surprised.
Lingbo stood by the window, gazing at the moon in the sky.
Lin Chen and Yan Ruyu embraced in the courtyard, shook their heads, sighed, and closed the window.
……
As dawn approached.
Yan Ruyu lay in Lin Chen's arms, her white hair spread across the pillow, her eyes closed, a smile on her lips.
His cultivation level is stable at the peak of the Celestial Immortal realm, just one step away from becoming a True Monarch.
She hadn't expected Lin Chen's cultivation to be so unfathomable, allowing her to gain so much, and couldn't help but exclaim that she had really made a huge profit.
Lin Chen placed his hand on Yan Ruyu's waist, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, and suddenly spoke:
"Why."
"Hmm?" Yan Ruyu opened one eye.
"If your master knew you used his wine for this, wouldn't he be so angry he'd climb out of his coffin?"
Yan Ruyu was stunned for a moment, then smiled happily.
"If he knew I slept with such a young True Lord, he'd be overjoyed."
Yan Ruyu thought Lin Chen was at the True Monarch level, and as for Saint Venerable, she didn't even dare to dream of it.
"Besides, this is exactly what the Hehuan Sect is all about."
"Moreover, my skills were passed down to me by my master."
Lin Chen softly replied, "That's true."
The two remained silent for a while.
Yan Ruyu suddenly said, "Lin Chen."
"Um."
"Thank you."
"What are you thanking me for?"
"Thank you for coming tonight."
Lin Chen looked down at Yan Ruyu. The moonlight shone on her face, and her expression was serious, not like she was joking.
Lin Chen reached out and gently ruffled Yan Ruyu's white hair, his tone indifferent:
"Don't prepare so much next time, it's too much trouble."
"So I won't prepare next time?"
"No, we still need to make preparations."
Yan Ruyu chuckled softly, then snuggled closer to Lin Chen and closed her eyes.
Tonight's experience was quite impactful; she needs to rest and recuperate before trying again tomorrow.