91: Chapter 91 A cool fragrance gently wafts from the warm bedside

"Ding! Optional quest completed, Husband points +300, current points: 4450. This point-blank attack is simply awesome."

Lin Ye patted away a bit of dust from his knuckles and turned to walk towards the room door.

Fatty Wang hid outside the door, watching the entire process of this remote magical duel, and was filled with utter admiration.

"Ye-zi, your special skill is amazing! Hitting people across the internet cable, those grandsons from the Yinshan Sect must be regretting it to their very bowels."

Leng Yue stood by the door, her black windbreaker making her skin look as white as snow.

Her deep red eyes fell upon Lin Ye, her gaze revealing appreciation.

Dealing with those ruthless villains, such a means of exterminating them completely suited her appetite best.

The group walked back to the living room.

Mr. Shen was already able to sit up straight with Su Qinghan supporting him.

Seeing Lin Ye come out, this authority in the antique world struggled to get up and kneel.

"Master Lin, for your grace in saving my life, this old man has no way to repay you!"

Lin Ye reached out with a slight supporting gesture to steady his posture.

"Mr. Shen is too polite. Taking money to do a job is only right and proper, furthermore, I have some personal grudges with the Yinshan Sect..."

"The evil spirits in that bronze mirror have been completely eradicated, and the person who stabbed us in the back has also suffered a huge loss. The Shen family can ensure peace from now on."

Lin Ye got straight to the point without any hesitation or drag.

Mr. Shen was a perceptive businessman, and immediately instructed the butler to fetch a checkbook, swiftly writing down a string of numbers.

"A mere twenty million, just a token of my appreciation. In the future, if Master Lin is interested in antiques and calligraphy, the doors of the Shen family's treasury will always be open to you."

Mr. Shen's hand was trembling as he handed over the check, and he stealthily glanced behind Lin Ye.

That sunglasses-wearing woman, who was so beautiful she didn't seem real, was boredly trimming her nails, while that doll-like little loli was drooling over a priceless Song Dynasty cracked porcelain pillow on his bookshelf.

"Master Lin... has it really been cleaned up completely?"

Mr. Shen shrank his neck and asked in a low voice.

"It is cleaned up, but the smell in this room hasn't dissipated yet."

Fatty Wang swaggeringly patted Mr. Shen's shoulder from the side, almost patting the old man directly into a sitting position.

"Mr. Shen, the feng shui of your collection room is too yin. In the future, remember to buy mirrors with explosion-proof films, and it's best if they are consecrated for forty-nine days."

"Of course, if you think it's expensive, our Funeral Shop also provides an [Old House Exorcism Annual Package], with a 20% discount, and it comes with a set of Ruyi cushions blessed by high monks."

Mr. Shen's mouth twitched, and he nodded repeatedly: "Buy! I'll definitely buy! Later I'll have the butler go to your shop to apply for the highest-level membership card."

Lin Ye glanced at Frost Star, who was planning to stuff the porcelain pillow into her mouth, and helplessly shouted to stop her:

"Frost Star, you can't eat that, it can't be chewed through. Mr. Shen, farewell. In the future, if there are any more headless antiques that are 'buy-one-get-one-free', remember to call me first, I'll give you a bone fracture... I mean a price fracture."

Until the commercial vehicle disappeared from sight, Mr. Shen leaned limply against the door, thinking to himself why the "experts" nowadays were more like bandits one after another.

At dusk.

The setting sun was like blood, staining the blue bricks and gray tiles on both sides of the old street with a layer of faint golden brilliance.

Inside the guesthouse suite, the atmosphere was rendered exceptionally lively by several bags of steaming barbecue and iced beer.

Ayugu sat cross-legged on the carpet, holding a skewer of grilled chicken wings and chewing until her mouth was covered in oil.

On the coffee table in front of her were a few transparent glass bottles, inside which were several mutant Gu worms devouring the remnants of deathly aura.

"The barbecue in your city tastes okay, it's just that too little chili is used, not as flavorful as our Miao region's extra-spicy Gu worm powder."

She evaluated while eating, the silver ornaments on her neck clinking and jangling.

Fatty Wang hugged half a watermelon and leaned against the sofa burping.

"Cut it out! That bowl of sour soup you made, I took one sip and my stomach hurt to death. That stuff of yours is hardly meant for human consumption."

Frost Star lay on the other end of the coffee table with a watermelon rind on her head, looking somewhat comical, as she had no interest in those barbecued meats.

Holding a fragment broken off from the bronze mirror in her hand, she was grinding it back and forth with her small canine teeth, trying to suck out the remaining trace of yin energy inside.

"Really unpalatable, tastes like iron rust."

She disdainfully threw the fragment into the trash can.

Lin Ye took a hot shower, changed into a loose gray cotton pajama set, and walked out of the bathroom while wiping his hair.

Looking at this bunch of "non-human" tenants in the living room, he pressed his temples with a bit of a headache.

"I say Ayugu, can you not put those jars and cans on the dining table? This morning I almost drank a moving blob of pixelated mosaic while drinking water."

Lin Ye pulled out a chair and sat down.

"That is called the [Spirit Breath Sacred Armor]! It's very expensive where we come from!"

Ayugu raised an oily chicken wing and defended herself.

"And they are very polite, they never steal your midnight snack, at most they just observe your sleep quality."

"Then do I still have to thank them for their end-of-life care?"

Lin Ye smiled and turned to look at Frost Star.

"And you, Frost Star, take that watermelon rind off your head. You are the Corpse King, not watermelon boy."

The little girl with half an empty watermelon rind on her head looked aggrievedly towards Leng Yue:

"Sister, Husband brother is so fierce. Is he disgusted that we eat too much and wants to kick us out to let that designer sister move in?"

Leng Yue, who was originally drinking tea gracefully, paused slightly in her movement.

She put down her teacup and gave Lin Ye a meaningful sideways glance, a hint of playfulness rippling within her deep red eyes:

"Could Husband really think this guesthouse is too big? If Husband wants to recruit some newcomers, this concubine naturally wouldn't dare to stop you, it's just..."

This sentence almost made the green tea Lin Ye had just drunk in his mouth spray out, and he hurriedly changed the subject:

"Fatty, go get two more packs of beer. The yin energy in this house is too heavy, I need to drink some horse urine to calm my nerves."

...

Night fell, and the lights inside the house were soft.

He walked over to the single sofa and sat down, letting out a long breath.

Leng Yue walked over from the open kitchen holding a cup of brewed Biluochun tea.

She placed the teacup on the small round table beside Lin Ye's hand.

Without extra words, Leng Yue walked behind the sofa.

She stretched out her slightly cool and soft jade hand, gently resting it on Lin Ye's broad shoulders.

Her fingertips carried a pure and warm yin energy, precisely pressing on the tight acupuncture points of Lin Ye's shoulders and neck.

Lin Ye let out a low sigh, leaning back against the backrest of the sofa, his head naturally resting upon a patch of astonishing softness.

Leng Yue did not dodge.

She bent over slightly, leaning her center of gravity towards Lin Ye.

The cold fragrance of the Manjusaka completely surrounded Lin Ye.

"Husband has consecutively slain evil spirits today, and your yang energy is surging unceasingly, making it inevitable for some fire poison to accumulate in your meridians."

Leng Yue's voice was lowered to the extreme, carrying a trace of bone-deep tenderness and charm within her hoarseness.

Her fingertips slowly circled at the back of Lin Ye's neck, and every press brought a wave of electric numbness.

Her slightly cool body temperature intertwined with Lin Ye's scorching skin, brewing an irresistible sense of sticky closeness.

Lin Ye closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolling heavily.

He turned his hand back to grasp that gentle hand of Leng Yue resting on his shoulder, his fingertips lightly stroking her delicate skin.

"With Wife taking such pains to care for me, no matter how heavy the fire poison is, it should have dispersed completely."

Leng Yue's lips curved slightly upward, hiding a hint of lingering moisture in the depths of her eyes.

She pressed her cheek close to Lin Ye's auricle, her warm breath sweeping across his earlobe, bringing a shiver.

"Just pressing alone is probably not thorough enough in cleaning it out. Tonight's moonlight is quite nice, Husband... do you need this concubine to change methods to help you cool down?"

Her words revealed an undisguised hint.

Her icy silver hair swept across Lin Ye's collarbone, and that soft, slightly cool red lip brushed past his earlobe as if nothing were there.

Lin Ye opened his eyes, suppressed flames churning in the depths of his eyes.

With a slight exertion of his large hand, he pulled Leng Yue entirely from behind the sofa into his arms.

Leng Yue smoothly tumbled to sit on his lap, her dark green silk nightgown rolling upward, exposing a large expanse of dazzling snow-white skin under the dim yellow light.

Her hands hooked around Lin Ye's neck, her deep red eyes staring straight at him without the slightest retreat, holding only sunken desire.

"Cough cough!"

Two deliberate coughs came from not far away.

Fatty Wang covered his eyes, pulled up Ayugu who was still chewing on a chicken wing, and fled in panic.

"See no evil, see no evil. Ayugu, Fat Brother will take you downstairs to buy a midnight snack!"

Frost Star sat on the carpet, puffing out her cheeks, her heterochromatic eyes full of dissatisfaction.

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