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Chapter 151 Yao Lao: Where is my Xiao Xiao?
Chapter 151 Yao Lao: Where is my Xiao Xiao?
When Mu Wan woke up, the bedside was already empty. She groggily reached out and touched the bed; the blankets were cold, indicating that the person had been gone for a long time. She lazily stretched on the bed, then took her phone from the bedside table and squinted at the time.
13:20 in the afternoon, which is equivalent to the first quarter of the Wei hour.
Another record broken.
Mu Wanqing rubbed her fluffy hair, which looked like a bird's nest, and buried her face in the pillow. Luo Su had fed her too much, and now her stomach was bloated. She felt lazy and didn't want to move.
Let me take a nap a little longer.
She closed her eyes, preparing to go back to sleep, when she heard a knock on the door.
Mu Wanqing used her divine sense to sense the situation and found that it was Madam Wen outside the door. She then lazily replied, "Come in."
In fact, given her current level of cultivation, she shouldn't be able to project her divine sense outwards, but since she consumes essence as if it were food.
The door opened, and Madam Wen entered carrying a tray. She gently placed the tray on the small table beside the bed and said softly:
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"I've prepared lunch, and judging by the time, Mistress should be awake by now, so I'm bringing it to you."
Mu Wanqing sat up, the blankets slipped down, revealing several red marks on her shoulders. She didn't try to hide them, but leaned back on the headboard openly, took the hot towel handed to her by Madam Wen, wiped her face, and sighed, "Sister Bai is so thoughtful."
Madam Wen handed the bowl of porridge from the plate to Mu Wanqing, and replied with a light smile, "This is all I should do."
"By the way, Sister Bai, just call me Wanqing, don't call me Mistress or Mistress," Mu Wanqing patted the edge of the bed next to her, "Come and sit down."
To be honest, she wasn't too hungry right now. The bloating in her lower abdomen hadn't gone down yet, and her stomach wasn't empty. But since Sister Bai had kindly brought her lunch, she had to have a few bites.
"Wanqing." Madam Wen nodded, acknowledging the title. She glanced casually around the room. She had been to Tingxuexuan several times, but each time she had only sat in the front hall and had never gone into the inner room.
When she came in today, she found that the furnishings inside were much simpler than those outside. There were a few wooden shelves in the corner, but she couldn't quite understand what was on them.
"Why are there torture instruments in the room?" she asked curiously.
She recognized those items; they were neatly arranged on the shelf, spotless, and clearly used frequently.
Upon hearing this, Mu Wanqing also became curious. She stopped drinking her porridge and looked at Madam Wen with bright eyes: "When you served me in bed, didn't Russell use these things on you?"
Mrs. Wen shook her head: "No."
Mu Wanqing's eyes lit up.
Indeed, she was Russell's darling!
Russell could only perform this kind of intimate pleasure on her!
She knew that she held a special place in Russell's heart.
However, what can you expect from a woman who is a capable and virtuous matriarch? She certainly cannot keep all the favors bestowed upon her by the lord alone; she must share them with the sisters who have joined this large family.
Mu Wanqing smiled and put down the bowl, took Madam Wen's hand, and began to explain in detail the true function of these seemingly terrifying instruments of torture.
Mrs. Wen: "————"
Madam Wen was utterly dumbfounded.
So dual cultivation can be done like this?
These ordinary people are really good at having fun!
After Mu Wanqing finished speaking, Madam Wen stammered, "But doing this—Wanqing, don't you feel humiliated?"
"How could it be humiliating?" Mu Wanqing said cheerfully, her face full of self-righteousness: "This is clearly Russell's way of showing that he loves and cares for me."
She paused, a sweet, almost reverent expression on her face: "Actually, it's very comfortable. You don't have to think about anything, you don't have to do anything, you just have to enjoy it. Sister Bai, would you like to try it?"
Seeing Mu Wanqing's eager expression, Madam Wen couldn't help but bite her lip.
Isn't it a bit inappropriate to refuse to be the head of the household like this?
at the same time.
Thousands of miles away over the African continent, a giant bird with a golden body is gliding slowly.
During this period, the Age of Exploration had not yet begun, and the most popular products of the 17th and 18th centuries were still in the process of development and gestation.
Below lies a sparse grassland dotted with acacia trees. A group of dark-skinned men from a primitive tribe are chasing a lion. They are armed with stone spears, bare-chested, and covered in white mud, making hoarse roars.
The lion had been cornered. Its mane bristled, it bared its teeth, and let out a low roar. It retreated to the base of a large tree, struggling left and right, but it could not break through the encirclement.
Russell's original intention was to come here to explore resources such as coal, oil, and natural gas.
His planned world of Tianlong must combine technology and cultivation in parallel, without any imbalance.
Spiritual energy is spiritual energy, and resources are resources; only by walking on two legs can we be stable.
Africa's continent boasts some of the world's largest resource reserves, and since it remains undeveloped, it is the perfect mining ground.
Later, we can arrange for Han Li to give a lecture, which will connect the knowledge and resources of the two worlds, allowing the Tianlong world to leapfrog the industrial age and directly reach the information future.
Upon seeing the hunting below, he stopped and watched for a while, as if it were a way to enjoy the animal world after dinner.
People on the ground noticed the yellow bird in the sky.
The man looked up and saw the giant, golden bird. His eyes widened, and a primal, naked greed appeared on his face.
He roared and threw the stone spear in his hand into the sky.
The stone spear flew no more than ten feet high before falling helplessly to the ground and embedding itself in the soft soil.
But this throw seemed to be some kind of signal, and the others also looked up, saw the yellow bird, and then roared and threw out stone spears, one after another, flying up crookedly and falling down crookedly.
Russell had a sudden thought.
The yellow bird immediately flapped its wings.
The extreme wind pressure shook out like an invisible giant hammer smashing into the earth. The grass and trees within a radius of a hundred feet instantly collapsed. The lion was pressed to the ground and could not move. The tribe men were pressed to the ground and their faces were pressed to the ground.
When the wind pressure dissipated, the tribal men struggled to their feet and found several wild beasts that had been killed by the wind pressure beside them: a lion, two hyenas, and an antelope that hadn't had time to escape. They looked at these prey that had fallen from the sky, then at the yellow birds in the sky, and then raised their spears and let out a series of unintelligible howls at Russell.
Russell chuckled, thinking that there might be more statues of him, Russell, on the African continent after this, standing on yellow birds and holding the wind, looking very majestic. He then commanded the yellow birds to turn and leave.
His African journey should have ended here, but unexpectedly, the moment they turned around, spears were thrown up from the group below, flying higher than before, though still out of reach.
The yellow bird paused, and Russell turned his head, scanning the group with his divine sense to read their thoughts.
They wanted to capture the yellow bird and have it hunt for them, just like their domesticated hunting dogs, driving the prey in front and letting them follow behind to pick up the scraps.
They didn't know what immortals, gods, or inviolable beings were. All they knew was that this huge flying creature was useful and should be kept.
They lack reverence, are incapable of critical thinking, and are selfish.
Such is their inherent weakness —
He looked down one last time at the savanna, where dark-skinned figures were still jumping around below.
Then-
Crimson lightning descended from the sky.
The precise strike left dozens of charred craters on the ground, with vitrified gravel at the edges.
The yellow bird flapped its wings and flew away. Before the sun had even set, Russell had already returned to Misty Peak.
Ding dong.
Ding Dong!
Ding Dong!
Outside Tingxuexuan, just as Russell was about to push open the door, a series of urgent notification sounds rang in his mind.
Russell paused, curiously opening the chat group to see which jerk was repeatedly spamming the chat with likes, comments, and shares.
Xiao Yan: "Urgent! I need a way to calm my mind and quiet my desires!"
Xiao Yan: "@All members!"
Xiao Yan: "@Russell!"
Ok?
Russell's face showed a playful expression.
Throughout the entire book, there are only two scenes that could allow Xiao Yan to calm his mind and desires: one is in the cave with Yun Yun, and the other is underground with Medusa.
The former has already been experienced, so what's happening now is—
Before Russell could even speak, Ye Fan asked, "You're already at the Fallen Heart Flame plot? Isn't that a bit too fast?"
He had just entered the Spirit Void Cave Heaven, intending to seize a large amount of resources here before going to find Xiao Tingting and the Li Huo Divine Furnace. Once he was confident, he would then enter Purple Mountain to rescue the God King. However, Xiao Yan's side seemed to be fast-forwarding. It felt like the three-year agreement hadn't even started yet, and they had already reached the much-anticipated part.
He thought to himself that Battle Through the Heavens wasn't some random place, nor did it have a plot-skipping element.
Xiao Yan: "What nonsense are you talking about! I'm still in the Tagor Desert! Now is not the time to dwell on this. Is there any useful method at all!?"
In the depths of the Tagor Desert, in a hidden cave, the world of Doupo is broken.
Xiao Yan was struggling to fend off Queen Medusa, who was infatuated with him and wanted to pounce on him.
He had just devoured the Azure Lotus Earth Core Flame, and his internal fighting spirit was still surging, his meridians were still burning, and he was covered in injuries. He could barely stand. Meanwhile, Queen Medusa's eyes were glazed over, her face was flushed, and her breathing was rapid as if she had a fever. She was pressed against him, and her burning body temperature was transmitted through his clothes, making his scalp tingle.
Although he has now broken through to the three-star Dou Ling level and his combat power is almost on par with Dou Wang, he is still far from being a Dou Zong. The fact that he has not been tackled yet is the result of his all-out resistance.
In other words, Medusa is not using her fighting spirit or techniques, but only her physical strength; otherwise, Xiao Yan would have been stripped naked long ago.
"Damn it!"
Xiao Yan roared inwardly, "He clearly didn't touch the Seven-Colored Devouring Python that Medusa had transformed into, so why is she still here?"
Also, even though the strange fire he devoured this time was the Azure Lotus Earth Core Flame, why did Queen Medusa lose control?
This incident is just like the one in the Warcraft Mountains where Yun Yun was inexplicably drugged with aphrodisiacs; it makes absolutely no sense.
He was puzzled.
"Teacher! Teacher! Say something! Stop pretending to be dead!"
Xiao Yan cried out in despair in his heart. He knew Yao Lao's spiritual perception, and Yao Lao couldn't possibly be unaware of the commotion he was making. But all he got in response was silence.
In contrast to Yao Lao's silence, the chat group had already erupted in chaos.
Xiaoyu: "What's wrong with Brother Huohuo? What's the deal with 'Qingxin Jingyu'?"
Ye Jing: "Xiao Yu, be good. Go back to school and do your homework. These three questions are not for you to know."
Zhang Chulan: "It can't be what I'm thinking, can it?"
Xu Qi'an: "I think it's exactly what you think."
Gu Nan: "Envious.JPG"
Klein: "+1"
Many group members tagged Xiao Yan, wanting to know what had happened, but Xiao Yan was clearly too preoccupied to deal with his own situation.
He's barely able to keep his own clothes, so he doesn't have time to reply to messages in the group chat.
No, he has already made a mistake once, and he absolutely cannot let Xun'er down again.
Unleash your potential, Xiao Yan!
Seeing that Xiao Yan had not responded for a long time, the group members started brainstorming, and the more they guessed, the more outrageous and excited they became.
Actually, not all the group members were just watching the show. People like Russell, Han Li, and Zhong Li were all capable of helping, but for one reason or another, they couldn't step in and offer assistance.
For example, Han Li, who was enjoying a rare day off and admiring Zi Ling's dance, chose to hide the chat group messages from the Buddha.
He held his wine glass, his gaze fixed on Zi Ling's graceful dance, seemingly oblivious to the overwhelming number of @ comments in the group chat.
There's no other reason why a pill capable of incapacitating a Dou Zong powerhouse could only have had its raw materials sourced from him.
He said that the old apothecary asked him what he wanted the love flower for; it turns out he was waiting for him here.
For example, Zhongli was fishing by the dock. An unknown Medicine Venerable once talked to him about this matter. Since the Medicine Venerable knew everything about the underworld, he naturally wouldn't interfere.
As for Russell, well, he was just someone who loved watching the drama unfold, and even wished he could add fuel to the fire.
As astute as he was, he had already grasped the whole picture.
The old doctor is eagerly awaiting his granddaughter; isn't his appearance at this time just causing trouble?
Meanwhile, in the self-imposed storage space of a certain three-person lock, the old apothecary hummed a light tune as he leisurely lay on a recliner.
He closed the book titled "Battle Through the Heavens," grabbed a pen from the desk beside him, found a list in the book's inner compartment, and lightly ticked three boxes next to Queen Medusa's name.
The list is very long, densely filled with names, including female Buddhist characters such as Xun'er, Xiao Yixian, Ya Fei, Han Yue, Han Xue, Yun Yun, and Nalan Yanran.
Looking at the list, the old doctor nodded in satisfaction. "Very good, another achievement."
He expects to see Xiao Xiao make a mark by this time next year at the latest.