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Lin Xun felt that after so many years of cultivation, several things had become very convenient. Namely, he didn't need to heat water when washing clothes in winter. He didn't need mosquito repellent when sleeping in summer. And when a gust of wind blew up a girl's skirt on the street, even if it was just for an instant, Lin Xun could still target the color. However, a Cultivator is not omnipotent. For example, right now. Looking at the tailor shop, which resembled…-
6.1 M • Ongoing
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Looking at the familiar bald head in front of him... Lin Xun felt a bit helpless, feeling as if he were being forced to work. Regardless, he had to ask a few questions, then pretend to kill him while actually letting him go. After all, he was his loyal lackey... "Answer my questions. If I'm satisfied, I'll let you go back alive!" Lin Xun said indifferently, "Who sent you!" "I have nothing to say!" "Why did you come looking for Chu Yaoyao?" "I have nothing to…
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6.1 M • Ongoing
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"Yaya, what's wrong?" Seeing Yaya's crying little face and the way she kept wiping away tears with her sleeves, Lin Xun quickly squatted down, cupped her cheeks, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumbs. "Alright, don't cry. Tell Big Brother what's wrong, and Big Brother will help you," Lin Xun said gently. Could this Little Girl have been naughty and gotten her bottom smacked by Chu Yaoyao? "Big Brother..." Yaya's little face was…
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6.1 M • Ongoing
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In an alley in Luo City, there was only a small tailor shop. The shop wasn't particularly famous; or rather, perhaps because the location was too remote, it didn't have many customers throughout the day. But as long as you went inside, you would see a beautiful proprietress and a cute Little Girl. The proprietress had many styles of clothing and wore something different every day, but no matter how she changed, the only constants were that cool tube top and the high-slit skirt. She…
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6.1 M • Ongoing
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"Young Master, your neck—" Early in the morning, Jiang Nongqin routinely brought desserts to Lin Xun. "Oh, it's nothing, nothing." Lin Xun covered his neck. Yesterday, Qinger was dreaming and accidentally bit me. "Ah, is that so?" Although she didn't know what happened yesterday, Your Highness's screams were quite loud. Did Sister Qinger bite him that hard? But they went to bed too early last night. "Of course it is.…
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6.1 M • Ongoing
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Thinking about Sister Mimi on the second day after she left. No. Lin Xun wasn't actually missing her. Because as soon as he thought of Sister Mimi, Lin Xun felt a headache coming on. Truthfully, Lin Xun really couldn't think of any good solution. Even if he died, it was impossible for him to abandon Qinger. So what if he took Sister Mimi as a Secondary Wife? Emmm... Setting aside whether Sister Mimi would be…
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6.1 M • Ongoing
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After Xia Xiaomeng left, Lin Xun did not head home immediately, but instead walked around the streets in circle after circle. He used the night breeze to blow away the lingering scent of Sister Mimi from his body. Then, Lin Xun touched the bite mark on his shoulder left by Xia Xiaomeng; with a sweep of spiritual power, the mark vanished as if nothing had ever happened. To be honest, Lin Xun didn't even know why he was so practiced at this...…
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6.1 M • Ongoing
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Seeing Lin Xun's dazed and complicated expression, Xia Xiaomeng's lips curled slightly, her eyes rippling with happy joy, and a faint charm graced her features. Gently standing on her tiptoes, she placed both hands on Lin Xun's shoulders, leaning close to him as she slowly rose up. Her flawless, exquisite face drew closer and closer, while Lin Xun's hands, with nowhere to go, simply hovered in the air. The girl's faint fragrance already lingered at the tip of Lin Xun's…
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6.1 M • Ongoing
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"Whether it was meeting you or falling in love with you, I was clearly the first!" Xia Xiaomeng's small hands, as tender as bamboo shoots, grabbed the corner of Lin Xun's clothes. She lifted her head, her clear eyes reflecting the silver glow of the moon. The faint mist in the young girl's eyes made Lin Xun's heart tighten. Guilt and self-reproach continuously welled up in Lin Xun's heart. Even though Lin Xun really hadn't done anything to Xia Xiaomeng, on the…
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6.1 M • Ongoing
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"If I place my hand in your palm now, will you push me away?" Xia Xiaomeng's fingertips lightly tugged at the hem of Lin Xun's clothes. Her eyes held only his reflection, as if her moon-like gaze was about to melt into water upon him. Lin Xun's mouth opened slightly, wanting to answer, but for a moment, he didn't know how to reply. At that moment, Xia Xiaomeng's small hand, delicate as a freshly peeled bamboo shoot, gently reached towards Lin Xun's broad palm. Lin Xun's palm was…
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6.1 M • Ongoing
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