Chapter 1685 - 1698: Fixing the Water Pipe

Chapter 1685: Chapter 1698: Fixing the Water Pipe

Lin Mu nodded and followed Liu Xin’Er downstairs. This was also the first time Lin Mu had ever been in the little girl’s room, but the scene that greeted him caught him off guard. No cuddly cartoon teddy bears, no posters of anime characters plastered everywhere—Liu Xin’Er’s room was very simple. Aside from basic daily necessities, there was only a strand of purple wind chimes hanging in front of the window, swaying in the night breeze and chiming softly.

Lin Mu felt a bit strange. Normally, a person’s room décor has a lot to do with their personality. A sweet-type moe girl like Liu Xin’Er—even if she doesn’t turn her bedroom into some cartoon kingdom—should at least have a fluffy plush toy on the bed. Done up like this, no matter how you look at it, there’s something off about it.

He shook his head and didn’t overthink it, stepping straight into the bathroom. A faint milky scent lingered in the air, fresh and tempting. The floor was slick and wet; she must’ve been in the middle of showering when the water suddenly stopped.

"Brother Lin, does this tool work?"

Just as Lin Mu was standing on a stool checking the inlet pipe, Liu Xin’Er came up behind him. She rose onto her tiptoes, struggling a little as she handed him a big wrench. And that movement made the loose neckline of her sleepwear fall open at a wide angle—those full, white curves were almost completely exposed in his line of sight.

Fuck!

No way!

They’re even bigger than Xiao Jiao’s—this is freaking insane!

Lin Mu’s eyes bulged; he almost drooled. But the moment he zoned out, he missed the tool. With a bang, the big wrench dropped, perfectly landing on a section of pipe. Coincidentally—or not—the pipe either had rusted with age or was shoddily made, because with that one hit, it suddenly burst open.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In an instant, it was like a heavy downpour inside the bathroom. Both of their clothes were soaked straight through.

"Ah!" Liu Xin’Er cried out, hurriedly rushing forward to try and cover the breach. But the water was blasting out too hard; not only was her effort useless, it made her look even more disheveled. Her pink nightdress stuck tight to her body, every inch of that explosive figure completely outlined. And because she was squatting down, the splashing water had shoved her hem up all the way to the tops of her thighs...

Lin Mu’s breathing instantly grew rapid. If he’d only been a little stirred up before, now he was full-on boiling with Beastly lust, blood roaring, wanting to turn into a hungry wolf under the full moon, rush up, tackle this drenched little lamb to the ground, and ravage her thoroughly.

Just then, the cold spray seemed to become too much for Liu Xin’Er to bear. With a startled cry she jumped up and fell into Lin Mu’s arms. Her body, made even hotter by being drenched, was trembling from the chill, but for Lin Mu, this was pure bliss—so much so that his thoughts blanked out for a split second.

Five minutes may have passed, but in Lin Mu’s mind it was only a moment. When he came back to himself, he found Liu Xin’Er’s little face pale, her eyes red and swollen, curled up in his embrace.

"N-no, I’m fine, maybe the water just hit me wrong."

Fighting off waves of dizziness in her head, Liu Xin’Er grabbed a random excuse, then pushed Lin Mu away and said, "Brother Lin, looks like the pipes aren’t getting fixed tonight. Go turn off the valve quickly. I’m a little cold, I’ll go change clothes first."

"Looks like that’s the only option now."

Lin Mu shook his hair regretfully. Man, a perfect burst pipe scenario like this—how many years does it take to get a chance like that? If he weren’t worried about Liu Xin’Er getting sick from all that water, he honestly wanted to find some excuse to drag this out longer. After all, a drenched moe girl—her little figure is just insanely hot and tempting, enough to hook your soul straight out of your body.

He huffed and twisted the valve shut, then cleaned up the bathroom a bit. When Lin Mu came out, Liu Xin’Er had already slipped under the covers, wrapped up tight, looking like she’d fallen asleep. Lin Mu didn’t disturb her. He lifted his foot and quietly left the room.

The night was deep. A dust-covered sedan drove off the Mobei Expressway toward Wancheng.

There were three people in the car, two men and one woman. The driver was a middle-aged man with a kindly face, the corners of his mouth always carrying a faint smile. He looked just like the friendly uncle next door, very approachable. But looks can be deceiving. This middle-aged "uncle" might have seemed harmless, yet in the Mercenary Realm of Southeast Asia he was notorious. Using minimal materials in the shortest time to assemble terrifyingly powerful bombs—he was the undisputed king of explosives.

The woman in the passenger seat had a tall figure and flowing long hair. Her pair of fox-like, seductive eyes were full of rippling charm. She yawned lazily, fingers idly twirling a lock of dark hair. "Saint Master, how much longer till we reach Wancheng? Ugh, this car ride is killing my waist."

"Heh heh, Qing Niang, you could come to the back, you know. My big gun’s been hungry and thirsty for a long time..."

Half-lying in the back seat was a bald young man hugging a sniper rifle with a strange design. Hearing the woman’s complaint, he licked his lips, not bothering to hide the greed in his gaze. But just as he was halfway through his sentence, the woman’s fingertips twitched slightly—whoosh—a streak of black shot through the air, skimming his cheek and leaving a bloody line before nailing into the leather seat. A closer look revealed it was just a soft strand of long hair.

"Fuck, you damn bitch, sneak-attacking me again!" The bald youth’s face twisted in anger, while the woman just burst into giggles, her generous cleavage rippling in waves. "Golden Egg, if you want me, wait until after you’ve killed Liu Genyou."

"Heh, that old bastard’s life is as easy for me to take as reaching into a bag."

"Golden Egg, don’t underestimate him. Liu Genyou himself isn’t some top expert, but the guy’s smart and always had good luck. Second Brother got taken out by him back then because he got careless and walked right into the trap. Now..." The Saint Master raised his brows, then suddenly stomped on the brakes and jerked his chin forward. "Police checkpoint again. Which one of you is going to handle it?"

That sleep was the sweetest Lin Mu had had in ages. By the time the sun was high and shining on his ass, he finally stretched lazily and opened his eyes. Crack crack crack—the cheerful chorus of bones rang out. Lin Mu felt an indescribable rush of comfort through his whole body, like he’d just opened his Ren and Du Meridians... Uh, it was only a metaphor. In the Ancient Martial Realm, experts only have Inner Breath, not True Qi, so they aren’t even at the level of opening meridians.

Even so, Lin Mu still felt his body had changed somehow.

The most obvious sign was that the faint scars on his body had completely vanished. His bronzed skin was now smooth and perfect like fine silk. Lin Mu smacked his lips, narcissistically facing the mirror as he rubbed his chest. "Could it be I’m the legendary guy who’s awakened some mysterious ancient bloodline, with god-tier overflowing talent, the expert of experts of experts? Shit, taking a cold shower can push me to this level? If I’d known, I would’ve bought a lottery ticket..."