Chapter 171

"I'm just afraid you won't live past three days!" Han Feifei suddenly exerted force to press him down. When the warm fragrance and soft jade stuck to him, Lin Yu's temples throbbed; the aftereffects of the inheritance contemplation last night were flaring up.

During the entanglement, Han Feifei bit his earlobe and recited a profound mental method.

Lin Yu's pupils shrank, and the True Qi in his body operated spontaneously, and the massive inheritance surged into his sea of consciousness like a floodgate opening.

When he woke up, the morning light had already passed through the gap in the curtains.

"Five Sons Derivative Ancestor Soup." Han Feifei placed the medicinal meal on the bedside table, the corners of her eyes still carrying the color of spring, "Drink it and continue."

Lin Yu looked at the floating Goji berries and Schisandra chinensis and smiled bitterly. The sound of water in the bathroom hadn't stopped, and Zhang Yuru's sharp questioning suddenly came from downstairs: "Han Feifei, where did you hide Lin Yu?"

At this moment, the young master of Yulong Pavilion was looking at the kiss marks in the mirror and holding his forehead; the inheritance had indeed digested one-tenth, but at this rate, he might really be too supplemented by the medicinal meal to get out of bed.

Since Lin Yu's attitude had changed, why should she struggle? After Zhang Yuru figured it out, she carefully cooked lunch and stepped on the road to deliver food again. This was her style: once she identified a goal, she would move forward bravely.

Recalling when they were in love, she once pestered Lin Yu for seven whole days without leaving the room. If it weren't for the sudden arrival of her period, she might have been able to be clingy for a few more days. Zhang Yuru's cheeks were slightly red, and when she carried the thermal box through Miao Street, those green years always circled before her eyes.

Zhongcaotang was empty, and she turned and went straight to the Jubao Pavilion.

But the one who opened the door was Chu Yueyun, the helmsman of Dongsheng Foreign Trade, who leaned against the door frame and smiled: "Didn't Zhang Zong divorce Mr. Lin?"

"Move aside." Zhang Yuru broke in with a cold face.

Han Feifei's lazy voice came from the corridor, and the beautiful figure in a bathrobe leaned against the carved door: "Even if he were here, he wouldn't see you."

Zhang Yuru gripped the lunch box tightly and rushed into the backyard, but stopped when she touched the bedroom door handle. If she really bumped into Lin Yu, in what capacity should she question him? The ex-wife had long lost this qualification.

Taking a deep breath, she placed the lunch box on the sandalwood Eight Immortals table: "Please pass it on." When she turned around, she caught a glimpse of the red marks on Han Feifei's neck, and her nails dug deeply into her palms.

After the footsteps faded away, Han Feifei raised her eyebrows and looked at Chu Yueyun: "Shopping in the afternoon?"

"Just in time to buy new clothes." Chu Yueyun understood and pulled Sister He away.

In the attic, Lin Yu looked at the sycamore tree shadows outside the window and smiled bitterly: "We only merged our divine consciousness..."

"The 'Divine Harmony Method' is a dual cultivation secret technique." Han Feifei suddenly pushed him onto the bed, "Don't beg for mercy this time, Junior Brother." The gauze curtain fell, covering the spring light.

When dusk fell, the two sat opposite each other to regulate their breath. Lin Yu's temples were sweating, and 30% of the inheritance had merged into his meridians. This entanglement at the soul level was more exhausting than the physical body, but it made the corners of Han Feifei's eyes dyed with peach blossom color.

"Two days faster than expected." She leaned weakly on his shoulder, her fingertips stroking the other's protruding Adam's apple. The noise of the night market in the distance gradually rose, and only shallow breathing remained in the pavilion.

Lin Yu's fingertips gently stroked Han Feifei's cheek, "Hungry? I'll go cook something."

"Hurry up!" Han Feifei turned over wrapped in a quilt, her voice muffled in the pillow, "My stomach is about to be starved through."

When he got out of bed holding his sore waist, Lin Yu's knees suddenly went soft, and he almost fell to the ground. Only then did he realize that spiritual intercourse was so exhausting; no wonder Han Feifei insisted on him drinking that bowl of Five Sons Derivative Ancestor Soup last night. If it weren't for that bowl of medicine supporting him, he might not have been able to get out of bed.

He stumbled to the kitchen, and when he returned to the living room with the tray, his gaze was suddenly nailed to the thermal box on the coffee table. That was what Zhang Yuru delivered at noon, and there was still a shallow oil stain on the edge of the box.

Lin Yu stared at the mark, thinking that if he could really reconcile with her, perhaps he could live a stable life like an ordinary person.

"Dinner is ready!" he shouted toward the bedroom, the porcelain spoon hitting the edge of the bowl and making a crisp sound.

"Lin Yu, open the door..."

The familiar voice coming from the direction of Zhongcaotang made his fingertips tremble, and he took out his phone only to find it had long been turned off. Looking at the two sets of food boxes on the table, Lin Yu smiled bitterly and shouted to the room: "I'll go to the front and take a look."

Han Feifei bit into the sweet and sour pork ribs and responded vaguely: "Zhang Zong is going to fight a protracted war."

"Not now." Lin Yu gripped the door handle tightly, and the old wooden door made a creaking sound. Zhang Yuru broke in holding a new food box, her hair still stained with night dew, "I looked for you all noon, the food is cold!"

Lin Yu was about to speak, but she had already laid out four dishes and one soup: "Hurry and taste the Cordyceps flower chicken soup I just learned."

"Actually, no need." He looked at the water mist rising from the hot soup, vaguely remembering that ten years ago when they were first married, Zhang Yuru was also busy in the kitchen wearing an apron like this.

Now this diligence was like a fine needle stuck in his heart; the hidden arrows of the Tongtian Pavilion and the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect could be shot at any time, so how could he dare to drag her into this muddy water?

"Do you still remember that Jiang Wenfeng today?" Zhang Yuru suddenly spoke while scooping soup, "He wrote me a love letter in college; I heard that after we divorced..."

"Don't deliver anymore." The porcelain spoon hit the bottom of the bowl with a harsh sound, and Lin Yu pushed away the almost untouched rice bowl, "Don't deliver food again in the future."

Zhang Yuru's hand holding the spoon froze in mid-air: "Do you still hate me for mentioning divorce?"

"Even if you didn't mention it, I would have." Lin Yu looked at the swaying lanterns outside the window, and the bloodstains from the night his sister went missing seemed to overflow before his eyes again. Since then, he had long been woven into a giant net he couldn't escape, so how could he still be qualified to covet ordinary fireworks?

The sound of the food box lid "clicking" shut woke the silence. Zhang Yuru lowered her head to tidy up the bowls and chopsticks, and two water droplets suddenly smashed onto the stir-fried bamboo shoots, splashing small ripples in the quiet night.

Zhang Yuru's eyes were red, and the corners of her mouth pulled into a bitter arc: "Seven-year itch, right? From campus to wedding dress, exactly seven years."

Lin Yu remained silent and didn't answer; the hundred-year grudge of the Profound Sect was like a noose, and those who were involved could not escape death.

The sound of urgent braking tore through the street, and Zhuo Feng rolled into the shop like a gust of wind: "Is your phone just for show!"

Lin Yu's spine tightened: "What happened?"

"You still have the leisure to accompany your ex-wife?" Zhuo Feng glared at Zhang Yuru, "Li Lin was kidnapped! Lawyer Wang is looking for you all over the world!"

This sentence was like a heavy hammer hitting Lin Yu's temple, and he gripped Zhuo Feng's wrist tightly: "Who did it?"

"Zhang Group received a ransom note this morning, 50 million." Zhuo Feng spoke quickly, "That bitch Feng Yuanyuan actually suppressed the news! The Rong Sect brothers have been out for two hours, and there's not even a ripple."

"Go to Zhang Group!" Zhang Yuru grabbed the car keys and rushed out.

Just after they left Miao Street, three Maybachs stopped quietly in front of Zhongcaotang.

Jiang Taixu stroked the car window: "Five hundred years, a new blessed land has appeared."

"The Six Divine Skills of the Profound Sect have been cut off for too long." Gongsan Pingbalang looked at the old house with blue bricks, "Look, that is the lair of the Tongtian Thief."

"The Six Thieves of the Profound Sect all come from this place, even that person..."

"Watch your words." Gongsan Pingbalang cut off the topic, took Yuzao Huimei and others, and pushed the door to enter.

Deep in Maiyi Lane, Liu Jinyong was lying on the rattan chair regulating his breath, suddenly jumping up as if pricked by a needle: "Senior Brother Taixu?"