How come the celestial technique I stole is so powerful?!-Chapter 167 This Matter Is Strange to Zhou Xi

"I went to college..."

Maybe that’s the best reason she can find.

Because Lin Xiaosu went to college, so did Zhou Xi.

She insisted on understanding it this way, and Lin Xiaosu didn’t refute...

After dinner, as dusk had just fallen, Zhou Xi plunged into her room, foregoing her usual habit of going out for a stroll.

The dedication also touched Miao Ruolan: "If Xi’er is working so hard, should I also put in the effort?"

Lin Xiaosu’s heart skipped a beat: "Are you... ready?"

One sentence, and Miao Ruolan’s heartbeat skyrocketed to one hundred and eighty...

Are you ready?

Five words, which represented a month of entanglement and tenderness since the last experiment failed.

The reason for the last failure was that she got too easily stimulated in front of him.

Zhou Xi came up with a crooked idea, to fight fire with fire.

You walk the path of constant stimulation with him, do the most stimulating thing, and then lesser stimulations can be faced with equanimity.

Is tonight that time?

To say whether or not you are ready, who can be sure about such things?

A woman’s first time!

How do you prepare for that?

But she must admit, it varies from person to person, and in front of him, she seems to have been ready for a long time.

Even if her mind wasn’t ready, her body was.

That’s why she was so defenseless in front of him.

That’s why he always appeared in her dreams...

"I... I’ll go take a shower!" Miao Ruolan closed the door of the Detective Agency and almost ran upstairs...

Lin Xiaosu returned to his bedroom, his mind somewhat restless.

The memories of last time were vivid in his mind.

The feelings of last time were especially distinct in his heart.

Her shyness, her trembling, seemed to have trembled into his heart.

Time ticked away, minute by minute.

It seemed to pass slowly, yet also quickly.

Finally, the door gently opened.

Yes, it wasn’t locked, just pushed open.

Miao Ruolan closed the door gently behind her, a soft click as she locked it.

Lin Xiaosu looked up to see a Miao Ruolan he seemed never to have seen before.

Her cheeks were faintly flushed.

Her hair, washed and blow-dried.

Her sleepwear, the most beautiful piece she had, thin, short, also slightly see-through.

The room’s main light wasn’t on; the soft glow of the lamp cast her in a dreamlike fantasy.

In the past, Miao Ruolan’s clothes hid all her beauty, exposing only her one flaw—her face.

Everyone subconsciously overlooked her facial appearance.

But today, the dim light masked her facial imperfections while revealing her most beautiful body in a perfect pose before Lin Xiaosu.

Seeing this image made Lin Xiaosu’s heartbeat accelerate.

The night before last, little Ye propped a towel, posing in a way that was ready to soil the sheets, waiting for him, but he forbore.

Because he couldn’t get over the psychological hurdle with robots.

But tonight’s Miao Ruolan wasn’t a robot.

However, it seemed inappropriate to back down now.

She had come...

And the world had greatly changed.

Even the police in the small eight-tier towns have started Genetic Transformation.

What did it indicate?

It indicated that the situation had become very severe.

His Detective Agency had become involved in the world’s tides without realizing it, and he had offended too many people. Ruolan’s cultivation was key to whether the Detective Agency could safely survive this calamity.

There was no time for hesitation!

"Like last time?" Ruolan whispered, breathing out a fragrant breath; indeed, she had a faint scent about her tonight.

This whiff of fragrance seemed to sway Lin Xiaosu’s consciousness, finally causing the long-blocked dike to burst...

After a long while, the rental house quieted down, with only a different kind of breath lingering...

"Ruolan."

"Uh-huh."

"I actually... never thought it would be like this."

"It’s okay, this is part of training."

"Training?"

Miao Ruolan smiled softly: "It’s all little Ye’s fault, the naughty girl, she said... she said I have a sensitive constitution and can’t meditate in your presence unless we take care of the most stimulating thing, then I can truly calm my mind and train."

"You can’t be serious? You can find someone to blame for this?"

"It doesn’t matter now, it’s done, we’ll continue to practice, I must succeed this time."

The training continued.

Practicing again turned out to be much better.

Miao Ruolan could now face Lin Xiaosu’s hands with equanimity.

She finally sensed a clear path.

With the opening of this route, the Rejuvenation Skill stepped through a brand-new grand doorway...

The next day seemed to be business as usual. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Miao Ruolan still got up early, still bringing Lin Xiaosu breakfast as always.

While he was having breakfast, Miao Ruolan quietly returned to the second floor and pulled the bedsheets off his bed—her cheeks blushed crimson as she did so.

This was the most significant breakthrough of her life, blooming quietly in the night before.

Zhou Xi probably had no idea.

That girl was crazily practicing last night, yep, truly practicing...

She has not woken up yet.

She had to hurry and wash the sheets.

With nimble hands, she finished washing the sheets and checked them over carefully—it probably wouldn’t show.

Hang it up.

Just as she had hung them up neatly, Zhou Xi stepped out of her room: "Sister Lan, good morning!"

"Mm, morning!"

Zhou Xi pushed open the bathroom door, but before she entered, she turned around: "Sister Lan, why do you look so pretty today?"

"Nonsense. Everyone in Fengcheng knows I never look pretty." Miao Ruolan rolled her eyes at her.

"Seriously, I think you look really beautiful today. Go look in the mirror."

She went in, and water cascaded in the bathroom.

Miao Ruolan gently touched her face. Pretty?

How could that be? That’s definitely my biggest shortcoming...

Oh right, there’s still something urgent to take care of...

She left the house, turning left at a pharmacy...

In this small county town, if nothing else, there were pharmacies aplenty. She bought a box of "morning-after pills" – what’s a morning-after pill? Those in the know, know...

She quietly swallowed one.

Just like that, last night’s events were put behind her.

"Ruolan, I’m going to the Northwest." Lin Xiaosu had finished his noodles and tossed the box into the trash.

"The Northwest?" Miao Ruolan was feeling a bit shy today and didn’t dare look at him, but she still turned around when she heard this news.

"Mm."

"When will you be back?"

"That, I’m not so sure about..." Lin Xiaosu’s hand came down, resting on her shoulder, giving a gentle tug and Ruolan was softly pulled into his embrace.

Ruolan leaned into his arms obediently, but her eyes didn’t leave the staircase above.

As footsteps sounded on the stairs above, Lin Xiaosu let go.

"Brother Lin, you’re going to the Northwest?"

"Mm, I’m leaving the house in your care."

"Don’t worry!" Zhou Xi patted her chest. "Sister Lan is an expert, and I’m about to become one too. Fengcheng Detective Agency stands tall in Fengcheng with an uplifting spirit. Boss, wherever you go, you can be at ease."

Lin Xiaosu laughed: "You’ve got the airs of an expert before the skills."

"By the time you return, I reckon I’ll have the skills ready."

"That’s great, I’ll be looking forward to reviewing your ’homework’!" Lin Xiaosu left the Detective Agency, casually beckoning, and a taxi stopped before him.

Stepping into the taxi, his figure disappeared amongst the busy streets of Fengcheng.

Miao Ruolan quietly watched the door for a long, long time.

"Sister Lan, what’s Brother Lin doing in the Northwest?" Zhou Xi asked.

"I don’t know..."

Lin Xiaosu’s trip to the Northwest was likely known in its entirety by only one person in this world.

That was Blue Demon.

At this moment, Blue Demon had returned to Qianlong Headquarters, sitting inside the "Little Blue House" she named herself, facing Blood Trace who came to visit.

The morning sunlight rose.

Blood Trace started ten meters away, crossing the small river in one leap, alighting on the platform as the mountain wind whipped his hair, making it fly about. The blood-red scar on his forehead twisted like a bloody snake in the sunlight, conveying a sense of ferocity yet an odd charm.

"One mission, eliminated Du Tiange and also Chu Tiankuo. It looks like the Hidden Dragon Medal is yours to claim this year!" Blood Trace said with a light smile: "Congratulations!"

Blue Demon lightly smiled: "It’s a pity that the person behind this isn’t from Qianlong, or else the medal should rightfully go to him."

This "him," of course, referred to Lin Xiaosu.

Blood Trace paused: "This was his plan?"

"One hundred percent!" Blue Demon replied: "If he were part of Qianlong, he could stand alongside Bai Shui as one of Hidden Dragon’s brilliant strategists."

"Tell me, how did he plan it out..." Blood Trace sat down in front of Blue Demon.

The two were equally matched in combat strength and status, having fought side by side in Qianlong for many years, forging a deep companionship. Among the eighteen Heavenly Kings, their relationship was particularly solid.

Blue Demon didn’t conceal anything, she laid out all the details of the hunt for Du Tiange and Chu Tiankuo.

Blood Trace’s gaze flickered in the sunlight, lifting his head after hearing everything: "Is he in Fengcheng now?"

"Should be! Why? Want to have a chat with him?"

Blood Trace said: "Yes, I want to talk to him, to see if it’s possible in this vast sea of people... to find... that person."

Blue Demon softly shook her head...

"You think... that’s not very realistic?" Blood Trace asked.

Blue Demon replied: "Indeed, it isn’t very realistic! Not to mention that no one in this world can find where the White clothed King has gone, even if he really turns everything upside down to the point where he can locate the White clothed King, then what?"

Blood Trace fell silent.

He was an Ancient Martial practitioner.

He was a Qianlong legend.

His entire life had been spent in blood and fire, reaping glory.

Yet, there was a poisonous thorn that had been deeply embedded in his heart for three full years.

This poisonous thorn was the White clothed King.

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